Hear the cat voice in the moonlight,
go outside to see the sound.
There's a furr little being-
scared and skinny- who have we found?
Every evening he makes the journey,
traveling in the dark of night.
Around his pond and through the grasses,
his fur a streak of black and white.
Days and weeks and months go by.
Every night we har his voice.
Our hearts and hands just want to touch him, but
he makes us wait- we have no choice.
Slowly, slowly, trust is buiding.
Lets us touch his little ear,
Rubs his body against our bodies-
his love for us becomes so clear.
His hiding place pulls him away
from the safety of our home.
Bites and scratches, fights and sadness:
no more can our Feezal roam.
Safe inside, his trust is growing.
Fighting's done, he learns to play!
He loves our laps and our kisses-
he's now a pet and not a stray.
Our voices that he loves to hear
are his comofort and his joy.
He can trust us, love us, always.
He has become our special boy.
Feezal's happy with his new life.
Loves to wake up every day.
So sweet and funny is our kitty!
A special gift that came our way.
Two years go by, his journey changes
in the blinking of an eye.
FIV the doctor tells us-
old fights might be the reason why.
The cloud of FIV is out there
floating very far away.
We hope it won't come any closer;
we cherish each and every day.
Another year with ups and downs.
The cloud comes closer, then recedes.
Trips to the doctors, trips to the doctors.
We give our Feezal what he needs.
In the autumn of the year
the cloud has come and
will not leave.
With his voice and eyes he tells us:
You gave me such a happy life,
but now I think it's time to go.
Please release me from this journey
even though you'll cry, I know.
Come to my rescue one more time and
make the sickness go away.
I know that I can always trust you
to give me what I need this day.

He went to sleep on October 8, 2010. In loving memory of Feezal from his parents the Cooley's.