With eye upraised his master’s look to scan,
The joy, the solace, and the aid of man:
The rich man’s guardian and the poor man’s friend,
The only creature faithful to the end.
For the wag of a tail and a bark of hello
To no other friend would I ever go
To whisper my fears and lick away tears.
To run and to jump
And to twirl all around
There’s no better friend
That I ever found
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew and dog will have his day.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe —
Cats—I believe he did but feign to hate.
My hand will miss the insinuated nose,
Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.
Sir William Watson