The way to Cat Heaven is a field of sweet grass
where crickets and butterflies play.
A cat may be late in getting to Heaven . . .
there's so much fun on the way!
But an angel will wait
at the yellow front door,
wait til a kitty
comes home.
And when she arrives,
he'll give her a kiss
and some milk
in a bowl all her own.
There are trees
in Cat Heaven,
trees made just for cats,
trees growing
so green and so high.
But no one gets stuck in a tree
anymore --
if a cat wants down,
she will fly!
And oh the toys,
kitty toys everywhere,
thousands and thousands
go by.
There are buttons and baubles
and small cotton mice --
there is catnip afloat
in the sky!
There are angels,
of course,
with soft angel laps
where kitties can purr
loud and strong.
The angels will rub
kitties' noses and ears
and sing them
a Cat Heaven song.
And when cats are hungry,
there's God's kitchen counter
all covered with
white kitty dishes,
full of tuna and salmon
and mounds of sardines,
and wonderful little pink fishes.
The cats in Cat Heaven
are so loved and spoiled
God lets them all
lie on his bed . . .
He walks in His garden
with a good black book
and a kitty
asleep on His head.
Then when a cat needs,
she may just simply ponder
and watch the blue world deep and wide . . .
She will watch the old house
where she once lived and wandered,
and the people who loved her inside.
All cats love Heaven,
they know the way there,
they know where
the angel cats fly.
They'll run past the stars
and the moon and the sun . . .
. . . to curl up with God in the sky.
(Dedicated by Cynthia Rylant to Caps, Nick and Edward VelvetPaws
We just got back from the vets office where we had to have our 20 year old baby euthanized. She had been having minor seizures (little twitches sort of) and had a horrific (Grand Mal) one yesterday, the worst ever and we couldn't watch her suffer anymore. She had lost a ton of weight even though we had been feeding her constantly and whatever she wanted. She was skin and bones no matter what we gave her to eat. It was so hard but my DH and I were with her til the end and she purred til her little heart stopped. It broke my heart. We have had her since my DH and I have been together and it hit me tonight that she was the first one who felt my DS move and he is 11 now!! It tore me up remembering that. I'll never forget her lying on my barely pregnant belly and then scampering off and staring back at it like it had kicked her which apparently he had!! I smiled through my tears, but I she had been through everything with us, every apartment, house, up, down, birth, death. My DH just said I hate February my Mum died in February and now we had to put Tigger down in February too. This is the worst month. Sorry this is so long, but I had to vent to my DIS friends. This house is so empty and my lap is so empty cause I always DIS with Tigger on my lap and it is cold and empty now.
So very sorry for your loss.
Take care of yourself. 
