Oh my friend, how I miss thee
I look upon your empty bedding and find you not
your lands lay empty, devoid of it’s ruler
My friend, my companion, Lady Bast shined her light upon you and healed your affliction while you were but a mere kitten
In our home you found protection from the elements and all foul evils that would seek you mortal harm, in your youth we provided you warmth and food to develop you into adulthood
Lady Bast, Daughter of Re smiled upon you my friend, and you left our home to become a third King in the wilds, to govern over the green and marshy lands. We have raised you to rule, so rule you shall!
Oh our King! The tall grasses could not hide all manners of pests that would seek to encroach upon your Kingdom
No our brother, Sekhmet gave you strength and you ruled for many a season.
But alas! The ground cries out as your blood was spilled, I weep! We have lost one of our most valued Kings, I have lost my friend! The ruler of the wilds was no match for the machines of man. What now is there to do?
Oh Bastet! Oh Sekhmet! Why have you turned upon such a creature? What transgression did he commit?
His fellow regents and his family morn his slaying
But is that not the life of a warrior, of a king?
As our brother brought order to his lands, perhaps Lady Sekhmet restored order to ma’at by turning against my friend.
But I cannot see, I only feel. I miss my friend, May Anubis and Osiris judge me favorably and grant me the great kindness to see you once again.
Rest in peace Cheeto, I miss you every day.
