For Markizas, Who Ruled with Grace
The house feels too heavy, too quiet, too wide,
Without that soft shadow that paced by your side.
No click of the paws on the hardwood or tile,
No sudden, sweet greeting to prompt a brief smile.
A name like a title—Markizas—the lord,
Of sunbeams and pillows and all he explored.
With a flick of a tail and a steady, calm gaze,
He anchored the rhythm of all of your days.
To lose him so soon, in a moment so dark,
Leaves more than a void; it has left a deep mark.
But tragedy cannot erase what was true:
The years of the kindness he gathered from you.
He isn't just gone; he has simply moved on,
To the fields where the light is eternally dawn.
No hunger, no hiding, no shadows, no fear,
Just the echo of purring for someone so dear.
Sleep softly, Markizas, your watch is now through,
In the hearts of the people who lived to love you.
I called you Fluffy...
I called you (my) fluffy man friend...
In the frame, a moment frozen in time:
Į was in colorful clothes, and Markis was my friend in his prime.
Markizas sits tall, with a noble white chest,
A guardian, a partner, the brightest and best.
He didn't just live there; he shared in her space,
With a whiskered wisdom and quiet, soft grace.
From the tilt of his head to the light in his eyes,
He was a treasure in a feline disguise.
Though the tragedy took him away from her sight,
He’s woven forever in the threads of the light.
In the warmth of the scarf and the quiet of noon,
His spirit still lingers—taken too soon.
But love such as theirs doesn't end with a breath,
It’s a story that continues far longer than death.
For every Markizas, so loyal and true,
Stays a part of the person they gave their heart to.
meet you in the next life, when I will probably will be a cat too...
