At the end of many days I could be found sitting on the stoop of the barn door,
an orange kitty in my lap - purring, ever purring.
I would say to him, "no one in the world knows we are here except Marmie & me."
And we would sit.
All my woes would be gone.
The day's concerns would evaporate in that moment.
It would be just Marmalade and me.
Two old souls, connected.
A would be farmer and a barn cat.
Tonight I sit alone,
my Marmie buried behind the barn...
ever near the barn he loved so much,
the family he cared so deeply for,
the stoop we came to know.
I will miss those moments when it was
just Marmie & me...
for he was not just a barn cat, he was my barn cat.
May his memory be for a blessing.