Goodbye my
little gray furry friend…
You came into my life
too young to survive
without your mother
but somehow you managed
to grow strong on formula fed ’round the clock.
Sweet…gentle…a lady cat
with a ready purr.
For 2 years we fought together
…and pushed back the inevitable
untill today when you could fight no more.
I will see you again
when my journey ends.
Untill I cross the bridge, my soul holds you.
| Angel |
| 3, Oct 2008 |
| C.L. Bishop |