Amelia

What's the right amount of sorrow
When a beloved pet is dead
And a remembrance will borrow
Portions of grief for us to dread?
We cannot fathom she is gone
Almost as fast as she appeared
Or that the gap she leaves would spawn
So many eyeballs freshly teared.
Yet what else might we expect
When cats perish after eighteen years?
So I beg that you will not object...
To melancholy sonneteers...
Missing the slinky flanks and wire face
Giving laser beams a proper chase!