poem that mourns the passing of something that is important to the writer.
Excerpt from "Elegy to My Cat"
By Edward Gardner (1789)
And art thou gone, associate of my youth?
Snatch'd from a faithful friend that lov'd thee well?
Nought could avail thy goodness nor thy truth,
Thou pattern for good cats, alas! farewell!
Yet though thy limbs by death's cold hand are laid,
Ah! numb'd and stiff in yonder little grave,
Thy dear remains the willow-boughs shall shade,
And bending o'er them sadly shall they wave.