Nov. 1993 ——– Jan. 28 1999
Long Haired Cat
Mittens how do I find the words?
From the first time I saw you I knew that you were going to be mine.
As soon as you came home with me you told everyone that I was
YOURS and NOBODY was going to hurt me.
You were my protector. You protected me from mice spiders bees
and any other would-be assailants.
You always saw me off to school and played with my pencil when
I tried to do my homework. You comforted me when I cried and I
played with me when I laughed. You practically killed yourself worrying
about me when I was in the hospital and protected me when I came back.
You always protected me but when it really counted I couldn’t protect you.
I tried Mittens I really did. I pleaded with Dad.
“Just don’t make me have him killed. He’s all I’ve got.”
I’m sorry Mittens.
I didn’t realize you were in pain. I hated seeing you hurt.
I didn’t realize you were freezing to death.
I would wrap in all the blankets if that would help.
I didn’t realize that your body was failing.
Mittens believe me I would have taken the cancer from your body and
made you well again if I could. For six years you protected me loyally
and I didn’t realize it.
You’re in my heart always getting me through each day.
Oh and Mittens stay away from the window ledges.
Heather
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