Rest in Peace, Sweetie Pie

[DG]

Beautiful soul Sweetie Pie left for Heaven today. So cute, so sweet.

[Britney]

We will all miss precious Sweetie Pie.

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The animals were imperfect,
long-tailed,
unfortunate in their heads.
Little by little they
put themselves together,
making themselves a landscape,
acquiring spots, grace, flight.
The cat,
only the cat
appeared complete and proud:
he was born completely finished,
walking alone and knowing what he wanted.

Man wants to be fish or fowl,
the snake would like to have wings
the dog is a disoriented lion,
the engineer would like to be a poet,
the fly studies to be a swift,
the poet tries to imitate the fly,
but the cat
only wants to be a cat
and any cat is a cat
from his whiskers to his tail,
from his hopeful vision of a rat
to the real thing,
from the night to his golden eyes.

There is no unity
like him,
the moon and the flower
do not have such context:
he is just one thing
like the sun or the topaz,
and the elastic line of his contours
is firm and subtle like
the line of a ship's prow.
His yellow eyes
have just one
groove
to coin the gold of night time.

Oh little
emperor without a sphere of influence
conqueror without a country,
smallest living-room tiger, nuptial
sultan of the sky,
of the erotic roof-tiles,
the wind of love
in the storm
you claim
when you pass
and place
four delicate feet
on the ground,
smelling,
distrusting
all that is terrestrial,
because everything
is too unclean
for the immaculate foot of the cat.

Oh independent wild beast
of the house
arrogant
vestige of the night,
lazy, gymnastic
and alien,
very deep cat,
secret policeman
of bedrooms,
insignia
of a
disappeared velvet,
surely there is no
enigma
in your manner,
perhaps you are not a mystery,
everyone knows of you
and you belong
to the least mysterious inhabitant,
perhaps everyone believes it,
everyone believes himself the owner,
proprietor,
uncle
of a cat,
companion,
colleague,
disciple
or friend
of his cat.

Not me.
I do not subscribe.
I do not know the cat.
I know it all, life and its archipelago,
the sea and the incalculable city,
botany,
the gyneceum and its frenzies,
the plus and the minus of mathematics,
the volcanic frauds of the world,
the unreal shell of the crocodile,
the unknown kindness of the fireman,
the blue atavism of the priest,
but I cannot decipher a cat.
My reason slips on his indifference,
his eyes have golden numbers.

-- Pablo Neruda

[Sherman]

The office feels so empty. Daddy said she is still here in spirit. Nobody wants to put away her food bowls. She won't lick my face and do marchies at 2 am.

[Rocky]

The squirrels and birds didn't fuss when Sweetie Pie walked under their nests this morning on her last walk. I think they knew. I will miss her so much.

[Curly]

How lucky am I to have had somebody that makes saying goodbye so hard?

-- Winnie the Pooh

[Bullwinkle]

Sweetie.

[Levi]

[DG]

Thank you, Levi!

Let's celebrate the beautiful life of Sweetie Pie, who brought us so much joy. Play loud.

[Baltasar]

[frankaboy]

My condolences to all of you, I know how you feel.

[DG]

Thank you, Frankaboy. May the divine spirit be with you. I know Sherman loves you. We'll try to get back our energy for development next week.

[Sherman]

Sweetie Pie came to me last night. She said you could show the picture by the pond.

[Levi]

OK, Mr Sherman. Let us know what else she wants to share. Here is Sweetie Pie on her last hunt at the pond. The reflection of the sky is amazing. It just stopped raining so her froggies were nowhere to be seen.