Pyewacket Poem by B. V. Dahlen

A head on my shoulder,
A soft-throated purr,
My Boo Boo, a lover,
All covered in fur,
A dusty black cat
That my heart stole away
Came into my life
On one Halloween day
He came one October,
Decided to stay
And for seventeen years
He was ours. Should I say
That we were all his.
I'm sure he thought so
But being a smart cat
Did not let us know.
Whenever I needed
A hug or a friend
He was so full of love
He had plenty to lend
My constant companion,
My nagger, my guy
There never could be one
Exactly like Pye
My purrball who loved just
To lie in the sun
Who found begging for drinks
From the pool was such fun.
If you found yourself
Under the weather he'd be
The best little nurse
You'd be likely to see.
Each morning he'd greet
Each of us with his nag
Demanding his food bowl
Be filled, and we'd brag
That even as sick
As he was near the last
Our Wacket was not one
To go on a fast.
He truly loved eating
And he truly loved praise.
He was truly my friend
'til the end of his days.
If there is feline heaven
Then that's where he'd be
Or he wouldn't have ever
Been taken from me.
A place where his food bowl
Would never run dry
And no one disturbs cat naps
That's where we'll find Pye,
For never did one
So deserve to be there
And for this, Lord, I offer
My own silent prayer.
He was always the best cat
That he knew how to be,
And I'll miss him more each day
For surely you see
There was only one Wacket.
He was my only Guy
And no cat in this world
Can e're replace Pye.