Like a clockwork, without fail;
nestled on my lap, he availed.
Deep piercing gaze, blue as the sky;
seeking solace, only he knew why.
Lapping, licking, chewing, gnawing;
it's a cat's life,
don't mind the drooling.
Whiskas, discus, Friskies, whiskey;
Oh my goodness, Frankie!
Are you that hungry?
As fate might have rolled its vicious dice,
You will always be my ol' blue eyes.
2 comments:
Sorry to hear about your loss. Losing pets is NEVER easy, and will never get any easier. Hang in there.
Thanks, Rocket! I'm still not over it yet. It's kind of hard letting go since I had always been there with him from the day he was born but not the day he died. He's the only cat in the house, out of all 9 cats, that would climb up onto my lap everytime without fail and sleep there. I remember feeding him (and other cats, too) when I come home at 2-3 in the morning, which I'm not supposed to do; but then, who can resist the sad look in his eyes and the sweet purrs and mews? Anyway, I have a legal brief to write right now and I don't want to get too depressed.
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