Exit the games, log off the Internet,
Avert the kids vocalizing with the tv set,
Silence the ringtones and with quiet song
Bring out my friend, let his subjects say so long.
For eleven years he let me share his home,
This King of Beasts who in this place did roam.
Majestic, lazy, IQ of a gnat:
His Excellency, my "Magnificat".
I called this friend a gentle giant, because
Slow to anger, quick to eat he was:
With joyously exuberant zeal he'd greet
Each plate of food he'd been given to eat.
Big in body, big in love, this friend.
With zest for life he purred, up to the end,
But noxious tumors took his voice from me.
He lives now just in this soliloquy.
To whom did I say farewell tonight?