Milk Filled Glasses
By Hope Thompson
In memory of Gizmo (9-20-08)
You will always be my little stinker;
with four little paws and cute whiskers.
You liked to tip over glasses that have been neglected;
That was your way that milk was detected.
Who will crawl under the blanket or into my lap,
Just to get comfortable for a cat nap?
I’m very lucky I was chosen to be your mother;
You were such a sweetheart, what a lover.
My bathroom buddy was one of many nicknames.
I was so proud whenever I called you, you came.
Our time together was cut short;
Please know sweetheart it was our last resort.
You weren’t getting better and you just regressed;
I can’t even tell you how much you’ll be missed.
I bet Heaven is filled with milk filled glasses;
But now you’re healthy with no more sicknesses.
You may be in Heaven but we will never be apart;
I love you Gizmo you will always live in my heart.
All my love,
| Gizmo |
| 20, Sep 2008 |
| Hope and Mike Thompson |