Our beautiful and so much loved cat Millie has to leave us in a few days time. It is hard to bear, but bear it we must.
Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth
Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,--
Dying hectic of leaves and the chilly blue of the asters,--
Hearing, perchance, the croak of a crow on the desolate tree-top
Bayard Taylor Home Pastorals--November