As we placed you into the small, well dug grave.
Lying next to your sister after so many years.
A single thought flitted across my mind,
Mingling with the sadness and tears.
An ancient memory, forgotten for a while.
But thinking back upon it, I’m remembering with a smile.
A young girl is running as fast as she can towards her home.
Thinking about the two kittens, left in the pet shop alone.
Two little beauties, on their hind legs, each dying to get away.
Climbing the walls of the cage, rolling each other over in play.
The little girl reached her home and begged her parents,
Her eyes gleaming below their lids.
Pleading with them to buy her the two little kittens.
To adopt them before anyone else did.
The parents looked at each other helplessly.
She wanted them so much, which decision was right?
They told her it was rushed; they had to think it over.
And that they’d ask Jesus for advice in the night.
The next morning, she was bouncing up and down on their bed.
Crying impatiently “What did Jesus say?”
Her mother rolled over sleepily and said
“He told us to look at them today.”
She dragged them both out of the bed.
And down to the pet shop as they were told.
She raced in excitedly, pointing at the cats.
Then her heart stopped,
Above stood a sign that said, “SOLD.”
She whirled in a panic, crying
“How could this be?”
“ I was so sure that they were right for me.”
Her parents entered, and she rushed over to them.
Pleading with them to ask the new owners to sell them again.
Her moth bent down and looked her in the eye,
“Why are these two so important? Why do you cry?”
In between sobs, the little girl haltingly explained.
“When I saw them yesterday, and today again,
Something passed between the one with the black bib and me,
Something I can’t explain but I hope that you’ll see.
Some unknown reason that she has to be mine.
I don’t know what it is, but without me she’ll pine.
I can’t explain what I feel, what it is I’m trying to say
Except something special passed between us yesterday.
She’s so brave for such a little cat, so plucky.
And I know that her name HAS to be LUCKY.”
The parents smiled fondly and led her over to the cage.
They pointed at the name of the owners, and her heart stopped again for what seemed like an age.
For there on the paper written bright and clear,
Was her surname, the kittens belonged to her.
She gazed at her parents unbelievingly.
Then turned to the cats and cried, “you belong to me.”
And opening the cage, she lifted the one with the black bib away.
And cuddling her lovingly said, “You’re coming home with me today.”
And there the memory finishes but it’s not at its end.
It holds many more memories of three little friends.
The girl and her kittens called Lucky and Rayne.
Thinking of you both brings back the pain.
You’re both at peace now, never to part.
And you’ll both live forever, inside my heart.
I can’t say anymore, I’m starting to cry.
So I love you both….and……goodbye.
Author notes
I actually wrote this on 21st September 2001 when I was 15 years old. It hasn't been touched in editing since then, nor ever posted on this site. So technically it's not a prewritten 
Can't bring myself to edit it, because it contains the thoughts of a heartbroken teenager.
Lucky was knocked down in a hit and run. We took her to the vet that we don't usually go to, because our normal vet was on a farm call. The vet we took her to gave her an injection that made her unconcious, checked over her and said she'd be fine, and that she wouldn't wake up for at least two hours. He charged us €85 but we were just so relieved.
Within 30 minutes at home, Lucky was awake and yowling - screaming her head off, and [we had her in a cat carrier] her jaw was swinging back and forth. Knowing something was wrong, we rang our normal vet again and he was just back; we brought her straight in. To cut a long story short, she had a broken jaw, and was paralysed from the end of her spine - and her hind legs. He also suspected she had bleeding in her brain. The decision was unanimous, and, it was with tears in my eyes that I held her as the vet gently put her to sleep. Lucky had been my first true pet; the first that I loved wholly. Rayne, her sister, was knocked down in a hit and run on the morning of the girls' first birthday - and we found her, peaceful and still, lying dead at the side of the road.
We buried Lucky in the backgarden alongside Rayne. My beautiful Calico girls who were the start of my obsession with Calico cats. And, I know they're looking after Bambi for me now, at Rainbow Bridge 
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A beautiful, well versed composition with good flow to the rhyming verse and I can relate to the sad subject matter completely--This is a heartfelt and honest write and the range of emotions are well portrayed!
Well Done!
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Boy you made me cry! I lost Victor that way! He was actually run over in our own driveway! We have/had (I'm moving) a circular drive that the whole neighborhood used to race through no matter what we would say or do! He was the last of my cats to go outside. I hope that now all your cat tales are happy ones.I too wouldn't change one line!
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Outstanding -- Very Speciial
I dearly LOVE THIS poem. I would NEVER ever edit it. That would be awful. It is what you wrote and felt back then.
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Oh what a heartfelt read
So precious are our pets and how we are joined together in this life .So sweet of your parents to get them for you and call the vet to save them with your name till morning . Beautiful write
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Thank you Patty. At the time, my parents had finally relented and said I could get a dog; which I'd been begging for for absolutely years! I was about 9 I suppose, looking back now. But when I saw Lucky, literally, something passed between us. My mum saying she had to "ask Jesus for advice" was her way of getting me to give them a break to think about it - and that evening, they drove down to the petstore to look at the cats without telling me, and bought them on the spot, for a mere £5 each.
I'll never forget the heart-stopping moment when I saw the big 'sold' on their cage, OR the euphoria when I realised it was MY name under the sold sign. I think Mum & Dad knew that something special did happen between myself and Lucky that day, and that's why they gave in.
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aww sis this piece truly touched my heart. I feel the pain behind this write as I have lost a few cats too. Cats are my favorite animal in the world and I become attatched quickly!!! You truly did a magnificent job writing this!!!! I love it!!!
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Aww thank you hon
I sometimes find myself caught between cats and dogs, but, I think cats will always be that one step ahead for me.
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