In days to come, the tales I'll tell
of a cat that's gone, he really was swell.
He'd come like a dog and play til he'd drop.
He'd roll and climb and maybe he'd hop.
Whene'er a stranger would come by the walk,
He'd run out to greet for a short little talk.
He'd roll on his back with feet in the air
As if to say "My tummy needs scratching....ahhhh right there!"
He called at my door one night long ago.
"I just need a meal, I'm hungry, you know."
A big guy was he, about 15 pounds,
Working the houses and making his rounds.
I rose from my table, my meal still hot,
For what was my food when he had not.
A run to the store was just what he needed.
I set out some food and called. How he heeded!
I left the door open that cold Autumn night.
But he said, after eating "Oh I'm all right."
I thought he was feral, he first seemed so shy.
But finally felt I was an ok guy.
A week went by, he settled right in
And joined the homesite as if he were kin.
He spoke many words as the years rolled by.
We talked of lots, my friend and I.
He'd a chocolate face and eyes quite blue
That said it all, his love for you.
In yard or in house, he never was far
He'd sit at the door awaiting my car.
The vet said "It's cancer:" I felt the tumor,
I knew it was true, that this was no rumor.
The rush in my head came as a great din.
I held him quite close as the needle went in.
Thank you, friend, for listening here
To all he gave me year after year.
I had but one gift for him in the end.
I gave him peace. "Goodbye old friend"
[This message has been edited by kayjay (03-11-2004 04:15 PM).]