Every where I go,
Every thing I do,
I think of you!
Dedicated to Whisky, July 11th, 2006
I bought the house,
I brought him home,
From that day on I was never alone.
I washed his paws,
He had mittens too,
We called him Little Kitty Foo.
He hid in the couch,
and under a bed,
Was he lost, I filled with dread.
Both times he was found,
My Whisky was okay,
I’ve never forgotten either day!
He lay on my feet,
Or by my chest,
On my bed he took his rest.
The corner was his,
To watch over me,
That is where my baby should be!
His ball of sponge,
His white felt mouse,
Toys of his still in my house.
His little face,
His melodious purr,
I long to touch his grey striped fur.
Such comfort he brought,
Always close to me,
Why is it now he cannot be?
He struggled in the end,
So heartbreaking to see,
Why was it that this had to be?
He had to go,
So I prayed for the end,
Once I saw he could not mend.
I know someday,
I’ll find more joy,
Thinking of my little boy!
For now it seems,
I’m filled with woe,
Why is it God he had to go?
His pillow is gone,
His pictures kept near,
His spirit will always live on here.
Whisky left my side,
But he’s in my heart,
Our bond is love, we’ll never part!
I love and miss you,
| Whisky |
| 9, July 2006 |
| Dory |