How did you get so old, honey? Why did you stay with us this long? and how many lives have you left? when you’ve gone keep your whiskers I shall as prescribed in the old protocol and remember how always you sought my side tired, frail and scant of hours sleep here next to me and let me watch over you and when interred I have your old bones in my back yard no new Zen master shall I need [2-XII-2022]