Sleep, my baby girl. Sleep now, and rest your weary head.
And may you awake in a place free of hurt and disease and fear, where the mice are always slow and fat, where the water runs in streams cool and sweet, where there is dappled shade and bright sunbeams a plenty.
May you pad softly in the shadows of gods.
I love you, sweetpea. And I will miss you more than I can say in words.
Confidant, loyalest of loyal companions, truest of true friends.
There may be other cats in my life, but there will only ever be one Bunyip.
Goodbye, my sweet baby cat.