I did write a silly short poem for Ursula, whose cat has been under the weather in a final-days kind of way...
Ode to Loki
All I know of you, O' feline,
Are stories from your catbox cleaner.
(For all I know, she might be lyin',
You may be smarter, sweeter, leaner.)
I know you liked to lick a brick
And weren't particularly quick.
Your funky blood and portly size
Were written so I held my sides.
Tales of your quirks will last,
Long after mortal life is past.
Your owner's words have captured you;
Your passing many folks will rue.
(c) 2003 Ellen Million
I'm still hoping, of course, for a last moment health turn-around, but everything holds true whether the poor fellow passes today, tomorrow, or three years from now. Fond wishes and much sympathy during this tough time, Ursula.