THE ANSWER

THE ANSWER
by E.
Andrea Bannerman-Phillips

Pussylove,
Pussylove,
where have you gone?
Leaving me sad and so lonely;
Your dear bright eyes that recently shone Have left me with memories only.
I miss your deep,
full-throated purr,
Your warm,
understanding fellowship;
I miss your soft,
caress-loving fur,
Your restless,
comical tail tip.
Oh,
give me some sign,
be it sight or sound,
That your precious self is not lost.
Surely the Creator,
divine,
profound,
Would have calculated the cost Of giving mankind such a timeless joy As the love of each animal friend,
Only to let blind chance destroy And bring these great gifts to an end?
My questioning ceased,
but my heart ached still,
Scarcely hoping an answer to find When,
into my presence a cat spirit came,
Clear,
though faintly defined.
A tiny,
‘miaow’ in that voice I knew well Confirmed my dear cat’s return And she spoke to my heart,
as she’s always done,
With truths I wanted to learn.
‘Now,
grieve no longer,
my dear human friend,
Know that I’m truly alive,
That,
when I passed,
it was not the end;
You,
I,
we all do survive.
Only our bodies are buried down there;
Busy,
happy and active are we,
Enjoying fully our spirit re-birth;
Here,
each of us shines like a star.
And,
when your time comes to make the great change,
I will greet you,
purring with love,
Together,
these glorious realms we will range As on earth,
we’ll be happy above.
’ A moment longer her presence was clear Then,
gently retreated from sight,
But the truths she had given supplanted my fear And I know my faint hope had been right.