Dear God, I say a prayer tonight,
For Dusty, a good friend.
Her Aunt has left this earthly plane,
It’s hard to comprehend.

When Angels come to fetch the one,
We love with all our heart.
Our life detours from what we know,
Our time of grief does start.

We’re left with questions, wondering why?
It’s a path Dusty knows to well.
Her Aunt has entered Heaven’s gate.
In the presence of God she dwells.

I imagine when she stood there firm,
And wondered what’s in store?
There were countless sets of paw-prints seen,
Leading right to Heaven’s door!

The Bridge Brigade was waiting,
For a relative of theirs.
At the arrival of this lovely soul,
Surely tales of Dusty she’d share?

The trumpets blared, the Angels sang,
The door to Heaven swung wide.
And this blessed, heavenly soul,
She gently stepped inside.

The cats they gathered at her feet.
Their purrs joined Heaven’s chords.
And with feline friends accompanying her-
She went to meet her Lord.

-Mary Anne Miller-