KIMBA

I found him where they left him, a beautiful Blue Persian
Cat, left behind when they moved, like trash they were tossing 
away. I picked him up and took him home, this gorgeous beautiful
cat, how could people treat him like that. I named him Kimberley 
Cameron, though he was Kim or Kimba to me and I loved this little
cat with a passion and he gave as much love back.

I had that love for six sweet years, my boy, my son, never just a
cat. Then illness came to torment us, my boy and me as we went
from Vet to Vet to try and find help for my Kim. At last I found
someone who would tell me what was wrong, but it brought no solace
with it, no cure no hope, no more life. I couldn't let him suffer,
better I cry I told the Vet.

So my darling left for the Rainbow Bridge, with my arms holding 
him close and tears in flood like they'd never stop, the sweet 
one that I loved had closed his eyes forever. At least I had those
years with him and as I type this now the tears flow again though 
it must be twenty-five years since we put an end to his pain. I 
loved him then, I love him now and always will.

By
Grace Tolson

BELOVED JONATHAN

When you came into my life,
Took it over and made me,
Your own, I knew God had,
Given me something wonderful,
A love so deep and meaningful,
It warmed me with its fire,
Like the warmth from your body.

Your Blue-Smoke fur, the two
Shades of Blue that covered,
Your Persian body, Your face,
So sweet and gentle and kind,
The love you felt shinning from
Your expressive green eyes and 
Your soft little voice.

My Beloved now that voice is still,
The light from your eyes no longer
Shines and I can no longer hold 
You in these arms of mine. My 
Heart is with you yet, though it 
Causes me great pain and will
Till we meet again.

By
Grace Tolson

Frankie Boy
 

Oh Frankie Boy I miss you so,
Your red coat glowed so bright,
It just didn't seem possible,
Anything could still the light,
That shone from your copper eyes,
A wonderful beautiful sight.

I can see you now as you strolled
about, Rarely did you run,
Undignified, an energy waste.
A gentle boy, you didn't like to fight
And once when a bird flew down,
You stayed away and left it alone.

You were three months when you came
Fifteen years when you left,
To answer a call from up above
And left me here bereft.
But when that call comes for one,
Be it man or a beautiful cat,
We have to go, there is no choice,
When God calls well that's that.

By
Grace Tolson

Oscar Boy

I wish you could look in a mirror,
See how truly beautiful you are,
Your Black-Smoke fur, from gray
to black, and copper eyes like stars,
You twitch your tail on an angle,
Get up on those gorgeous black toes,
Run prancing around, jumping up,
Jumping down, acting the clown.
What a sweetheart you are,
All you need is a crown.

You rule my heart Oscar Boy,
I love those little black paws
Which you let me kiss.
Love listening to your purrs, 
And when you talk as you play
You amuse me to no end
When you have so much to say,
My little Persian friend,
For you my love will have no end.

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