In memory of Truffles the cat, I made a translation of famous poem “Cat’s Heaven” into English. For all people who had had an experience of saying the last goodbye to their cats.

Автор стихотворения – Екатерина Агафонова, ссылка на русский оригинал, например, вот. Если кто-то знаком с автором, пожалуйста, дайте мейл или дайте ей ссылку на этот пост, я не смогла найти её контакт, чтобы послать перевод. Спасибо.

I was running across a field
But my paws weren’t touching the grass.
Smells that enveloped me were so real
That I didn’t realize life had passed.

And the sky was a multi-eyed cat
That would guide me to safety and bliss,
And he told me: please understand that
Your old body is not what you’ll miss.

So the smells were of honey and mint
As the grass reached out to the sky.
I’ll become a much better ‘reprint’
Of myself, when I get my ninth try.

Being a kitten, I had no belief
In the fairytales that we were told,
But it’s true: there’s a place where we live,
“Old Cat’s Heaven” is what it is called.

Old Cat’s Heaven of comfort and grace
Has this welcoming, wide-open gate.
But I saw my poor dear Daddy’s face
So I’ll hurry to reincarnate.

For a while then I quietly wandered
Through this Heaven, feeling quite blue…
Someone’s hands picked me up, and I wondered
Why they smelled so familiar and true.

Can’t remember her face and her color,
But this woman caressed me and kissed me.
I was hiding my face in her collar
Then she took me to my brothers and sisters.

Our sun was a goldfish aglimmer
In a sky full of clouds, ever-moving,
We were humanly cats, we were swimmers
In a sea above our catly hoomins.

We had catfights to show off our prowess –
Just for kicks, though, no blood and aggression.
I, for one, showed the best purring powers.
Ask the girls, I made quite an impression!

All is purrfect and beautiful here,
And there’s never a windstorm or snow.
Once I bit Mr. Grey in his ear –
It had healed in a second, you know!

Mr. Grey here is tough: died in fight,
He’s a tabby, he could be my bro.
In his dreams he sees dogs every night,
Fights his barking and tail-wiggling foes.

In my dreams I run over a field
Where the miracle flowers grow
Maybe death can be somehow repealed?
Ah, but I am just a cat. I don’t know.

Редактор перевода – Maria Saltykova

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