I took you home bacause they said you were too old to be a good pet..too old to deserve to be loved for your last years..you could not chase yarn, or bat a mouse, your arthritis kept you earthbound..you were tiny, and frail, and asked only for a warm lap, a soft bed, and afternoons in sunshine..you asked for little, and gave a lot..and taught me about acceptance and grace..I took you in out of pity, and loved you for the time we had and the beauty of spirit contained in one small frame..how will I manage without you?
Missing my funny face girl,
| Thumbelina |
| 19, Oct 2004 |
| Susan Warren |