She planned a funeral
For once, it wasn't her own
No, it was someone else's

Death had claimed her cat
(much too soon, perhaps)

So, she arranged a cremation
Somehow, she stayed stoic
But, within, she cursed

The fact that she was
Still alive

"Why wasn't I taken, too?!"

That year's end
Had plagued her with misfortunes
How she didn't toss herself

Into a mighty river
Remained a mystery

Her cat's demise may as well
Have killed her, too

She planned a cremation
Funerary rites that would mimic her own
Ashes in a pretty tin

(perhaps, one that is feline themed)

Somehow, she stayed stoic
Through it all.