Does the snow dare fall on this tiny grave?
Will the autumn leaves try to hide his tomb?
The rain seeks to drown what my heart will save
Yet beautiful flowers will grow in gloom.
Beneath the earth lies noble twin and friend
Intelligent, loving and perfect pet
Never will I cease to mourn his sad end
Neither will his memory I forget.
Handsome and gray was his satin-fur coat
White were his whiskers and gold his bright eyes
He has cross'd from our arms, pass'd Heaven's moat,
He now sings purrs for St. Francis the wise
Never will his memory we forget
Our kitten departed, dear Pyewacket.

In Loving Memory of Pyewacket
d. December 24, 2003