Tribute Gallery

Spawned from the underside and all that is rot.

They hunt down those that are pure of heart and fierce in spirt; everything they are threatened by and everything they are not.

The wind carries a million cries of the fur-angels; battered and bloodied and all for what?

Poison spreads like contagion through likes and a sick game; and all just to mask their own shame.

There is silence all around and it won't be spoken because to say it out loud is to have piece of you broken.

There is cold indifference and a stacked system; the poison hides in the cracks so there is yet another whiskered victim.

I call on Monica's calm demeaner to temper my rage; take solace in knowing that those who battle this dark have the courage of Simba the Brave.

Soft paws have marked my heart and if it takes everything from me, I know I won't ever stop fighting this dark.

There are flickers of light, it is Milkyway. He is marking our path forward so we don't stray.

There is a better place in this timeline or the next; I've seen that gateway you see through Millie's eyes.

We are going there Millie, to that place you are at, where the fur angels are resting under purple skies.

I see Little Calf there and he's catching a sunbeam and Cowcat our Warrior in a warm embrace.

There is Peace, Marmalade, Maru, Fireball, all of them, every single last one, are at Millie's place.

Haunting green walls and starved of all good, there is a place that is pure dark.

Heavy energy in the air, lingering despair, it is true reflection of one creature's black heart.

Echoes of fear, spilt blood on the floor, he took many a fur- angel to this nightmarish dark.

To know what went on is to be forever heartbroken.

Terror so great, unimaginable pain; the fur- angels endured it all for one's sick depravation.

The silence surrounds us and the masses say it can never be spoken;

Because to know the truth is to have a piece of you broken.

But we do not forget and we will never forgive; we honour their souls and remember their names.

Soft paws and fierce spirits; tabby charmers and orange flames;

Cheeky tuxedos, fluffy sweethearts and all the many wildling untames;

Torti moons, calico beauties, midnight mysteries and sunbeam catchers;

We will know them all, even though our heart fractures.

Because to know, means to free them from the depths of that place; they are all flying high now in all their kitty grace.

An evil shadow lurked those city streets for years.

Screams across the thin night air, little bodies found brutalised in the cold light of the day; a heavy weight settled in and a feeling of decay.

He hunted for the fur- angels and no one was ever safe; no pet, nor even a street -smart city stray.

He knew them to be pure of heart and strong in will and this he could not take.

A little black kitten with dashes of white, we will call the Milkyway; his little body, found battered and discarded away.

But that little kitten had the power of the stars within and he pointed the Brave in the right way.

And when the Brave found the kitten killer, he cowered and stammered and was led away.

We honour the many fur-angels and little Milkyway.