It was a short journey
Carried in his arms
Out from the kitchen where we found you
Deep in your last untroubled sleep
Into the sunlit garden where we laid you
By the lavender and hollyhocks
Beside the shady trees.

And we remember still the waving tail
The wide green eyes that lost their glowing fire
The assertive voice that dwindled to weary silence
The heart of such high courage and determination and
The valiant spirit that bore you out into the unknown dark
Where now you hunt mice and bats and voles
Beneath an ever-waxing moon.