Memorial To Frosty
Dedicated to Jenny Bonser
Frosty was a loving “kitty cat.”
I knew he was an adult cat,
But I loved him so much
That I couldn’t avoid calling him “kitty cat.”
I would hold him and hug him and pet him
And he would love it,
Even though as he grew older
He wouldn’t purr anymore.
Now he is gone but not forgotten.
I will join him someday.
In the meantime I will release him
So he can grow.
We could have given him a good funeral
And invited the neighbors
Who loved him also.
But I can’t claim him
Because I would cry more.
I am sure he understands
For I know he is happy.
David C. Hakim
Oak Park
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Notes:
I wrote the attached poem years ago in 1987. I
rewrote it today (October 2, 2008) word for word from its original
handwritten copy.
I was then married to Jenny's mother, Pat. I
felt the poem was too sentimental for I felt the same way also.
Jenny came in one day and noticed that we had
neglected Frosty. Since she assisted in running a pet store, she
recognized that Frosty was very ill. She
rushed him to a veterinarian after bawling us out.
Another reason I did not publish it to date was
because I felt guilty about Frosty’s death.
At that time Pat and I were living in poverty because
I had quit my job with the IRS and was still recovering from my surgery
from cancer, although the operation was performed in 1983.
Frosty died at the veterinarians and was cremated.
I then wrote the poem in minutes and read it to Jenny
while she was still crying.