Smurf,
What a little horror you were.I took you on from the R.S.P.C.A as you were un- rehomeable. So nasty, not really, but i wanted to give you a chance.You would rather bite me then let me love you. I was never without scratch or bite marks, but i loved you.You loved sitting out in the garden.You lived happily with me for four years, you were never really a problem. Just nasty. The last three weeks of your life were really magic.You let me cuddle you, give you a brush and comb, you could be so loving. Sadly,it was to last only a short time, it was as if you knew. Complications set in.You were diagnosed as having kidney and liver problems, also throat cancer, i had to let you go.
Memories are such lovely things,
They last from day to day,
They can’t get lost,
They don’t wear out,
And can’t be given away.