This poem is for my sweetest Bart, there she is pictured to the left. This is for my angel...

Bart

Bart you must never leave me
Alone is all I am without you
My heart my hope my sunshine
I owe everything in my life to you

When there is no hope for a smile
No friend to comfort me
You are always by my side
The best friend that cold ever be

Tonight it rained long and hard
The heavens let out many tears
I had myself almost begun to cry
Days draw nearer to my only fear

Eyes that reveal a soul so pure
I can stare in you find perfection
Tonight as the floods cant be stopped
I see only you in the waters reflection

Bart you must never leave me
Alone is all I am without you
My heart my hope my sunshine
I owe everything in my life to you.

--Dara Keenan

That is the sweetest poem, Dara, about the sweetest cat in the world; Bartose, the indisputable Top Cat.

I don't know quite where to begin or what to say here, because I know how serious you are and how literally you mean what you say here, that she really, truly, is everything to you.

Well, it's a love poem, and a poem of devotion, and it's a good one; you show your feelings here in all their purity, clarity, and intensity. The only thing I can compare it to, and compare these feelings to, is the way I write--and feel, with all my heart--about Silke.

So this poem reminds me of my sonnets about Silke in its ardor and its clarity of adoration. I understand how you feel, of what you sing.

So I say it's a good and a kind and a tender poem, an open outpouring of a heart full of love. It's good, Dara, my sweet little sister; it's very good.

I love you, and I know Silke loves you.

God bless Bart, and Silke, and you, and... well... even me; I could use it.

Thanks, sweet Dara, for this poem; thanks for writing it, and thanks for sharing it. I get it. I know what you're talking about, and I want you to know that I'm in solidarity with you. In solid-Dara-ty with you, actually.

I send you lots and lots of love from the other side of the continent, and I know Silke sends you lots and lots of love from another continent.

Would you mind letting a couple of crazy kids in love stay at your place for a while? We want to get married, and there's no better place for that than NYC.

I had a lot more I wanted to say, and I suppose I will when we talk, just the two of us... but my daughter just called me, and needs me, so off I go to the rescue.

I send you all my love though, and I would be honored if you would give Bootie a kiss for me, and another one which I'm passing along from Freddie Noodles, who sends you some very serious cat-concern and love.

(And, be assured, I am praying.)

Bootie sends kisses and purrs back to you!

You and Silke are always welcome in my house, ALWAYS!

Thanks for the kind reply, I appreciate it.
Hope we can talk soon, I am off to bed now...too tired to breathe tongiht.

Love,
Dara

Dara,a very sweet poem....
*Praying for YOU and BART*

Love you~*

Silke

Thanks Silke,

Bart is doing well right now. She is tolerating her new meds also, which is wonderful. I need many prayers sent her way that the meds are working!

Thanks again,
Love,
Dara