One day, she didn't exist in my world
The next, she was my life;
My project to tame, from feral and wild,
Gradually, step by step, she became mine.
A spitfire furball, shaken and scared,
She hid, in the outside toilet shed,
And I would leave food, then walk away
Allow her her space, the experts would say.
We needed no professionals to help us out,
Just myself and a wild at heart kitty;
Three long months, then, I felt her fur,
And heard for the first time,
This feisty girl purr.
'Bambi', I called her, for no reason at all,
And gradually, she learned
To come when I'd call.
She slipped into the house, one cold spring night,
That was the end; with the
Beginning in sight.
A new start for us, for we were now a team
In Bambi I found, my hearts own dream;
They speak of 'soul pets', that few ever find,
But I was hers, and she was mine.
Her death, I can't speak of,
For it broke my heart,
Though, to sound cliche'd,
We are never apart,
For she has come to me before,
When I've most needed her;
Though I can't hold, or touch,
She'll sit near me, and purr.
To some, it's fantastical,
To others, a lie - but for me,
I know, that she's always waiting nearby.
She sat on my shoulders, when I was at home;
Playing the piano, or walking,
Or talking on the phone.
She came when I called, and sat down when told,
She never clawed, bit or fought;
Had a heart of purest gold.
She feared sudden movements;
Ran from the sound of stranger's feet,
But she slept on my pillow,
Or under the sheet.
Curled up in my arms
Where my heart and soul meet.
No words can express, how my heart broke
Though she waited for me,
To allow her to go.
Poison took over, her vital parts
Yet still she remained, alive
In my arms.
The vet, he said, he didn't know
How she hadn't died - then -
"She's waiting for you to let her go"
Those words that he said, pierced my soul sore;
And I know, 'til I die, I'll never forget,
that day, that year,
That one perfect pet...
Author notes
Patty; Bambi was my everything. I have an entire book of poetry at home dedicated to her. But how to say it all in one poem? It's impossible. She was my 'soul pet' - which few ever find, just as few ever find their soul mates. 
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A contest entry
- I Have To Have It by storiesuntold.
475 points, ended November 30, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
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A beautiful, well versed tribute to your beloved "Bambi" and I understand your heartbreak and feelings completely---I agree with the term you penned "Soul Pet"--There are those 'Special' pets that you have a unique relationship with and you come to understand each other's personalities completely---It is so hard to let go!
Euthanasia was the most difficult decision I was ever forced to make---
This composition is well-deserving of the Gold Award--
Well Done & Congratulations!
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This was a beautiful and heartbreaking poem. I know the love of a wonderful cat. We found one as a kitten on the street and reared him to adulthood. He was the most beautiful cat imaginable, but alas he got cancer and we had to let him go. Even the vet cried cause he was so unique. I love this story and would dearly like to read more about him if that is at all possible. You really put a lot of emotion in this piece and I could vividly see that wonderful cat who was your soul mate! (he's probably running riot in kitty heaven with my Lukey)
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thank you so much [and sorry for taking so long to respond to your comment] - i'm also sorry for your loss, it's SO hard to say goodbye to anyone you've loved for good, be they human or animal!
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I am crying
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This write really touched me so very deeply How lucky you are to have found her. I am certain that she will always be with you and it must have been so very hard to let her go. You have expressed how special Bambi was to you so very clearly in this heartfelt poem. All the best to you...looks like Gold to me
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thank you so much Bambi was very special to me indeed, and I know - even though I only had her for a short six years, that I was blessed to know her at all. She changed my life, in many ways.
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Truest love forever more
This is sucha heartfelt and true write and yes she is still nearby always and forever I believe this to be true . Only the deepest love can and is always returned I love it thankyou for entering this into my contest
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thank you for your lovely comment
I've [seen] her three times since she died; by seen, I mean when I've been at my lowest, and crying, and - just in very dark times of life, I've heard her purring, and looked up to see her sitting there, awtching me. As I said, I can't touch her; I tried to go to her the first time, but she turned and ran out the door - and when I got to it, she had vanished. But now I nkow that if she comes to me, it's for comfort. i haven't had a visit in over a year, but I know she's there - somewhere nearby - waiting
my avator is a commissioned picture that I had done of her, with wings on
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