It is said that the best way to let your emotions ebb out  is to write a journal. So, I decided to write about you. I have so much crammed in my heart that I do not know from where to begin. 

It was freezing outside when I heard a shrill squeaky noise near my window pane. To my surprise, it was the tinniest little creature, a ball of fur, looking deep into my eyes, a kitten. I did not know its whereabouts. Since I have had a soft corner for cats since childhood, it took me seconds to adopt the kitten. I raised a search operation to look for its mother but it was all vain. The mumma cat was killed by a stray dog. 

Giest started growing quite fast. I played the role of his mother as well as of a playmate. He proved to be a very playful cat. The wee hours were spent in playing hide and seek, then Giest went for a stroll in the neighbourhood, came back within an hour, had his special sumptuous wet food and went for a deep dreamy sleep. He would never miss his twilight strolling and eyeing birds, so after his sleep he went for another walk again. I never became a hurdle between his walks and going out. I believe in the liberty of humans as well as animals.

We both were growing old together when one day,  when Giest was diagnosed with a kidney disease. He was ten years old then. He managed to survive two more years but the day came when he followed the path which God had set for him. He was at peace, but I was left with a void. Often I felt Giest had returned from his evening stroll and meowing  me through the window, but it turned out to be the same pale window with no life around. I tried to fill the void with the remembered joy of Giest but it did not suffice.

Had I an opportunity to write an Epitaph for you, dear Giest, I would have written:
Here lies the remnants of the one 
Who possesed the quality of speaking through eyes and actions
Who was beautiful both inside and out
Who was loved copiously
Whose touch provided inexplicable solace
Whose voice created a peaceful cacophony
Whose absense created undue grief
The Praise is a tribute to the memory of "Giest," a Cat, who is bemoaned religiously everyday.
Giest
10th March 2008-19 May 2020

Should I fall behind,
wait for me Giest