![]() Before I saw your face or touched your fur I heard your cries for help, longing for love So loud your anguish I knew where to go So deep your despair you didn’t know me For a home of your own, all hope was gone Tossed out by family to fend for yourself Frightened, alone on the streets you were found Age guessed at, circumstances unknown Just a big friendly orange cat, sadly un-kept They said you were two or three, maybe four Fifteen short years we have been together If I am lucky we’ll have a few more Age is showing, spring gone from your step Still there are moments when you jump and play At night, asleep your paw clings to my hand Your eyes filled with love when you gaze at me We lost our Sheba and Billy’s gone too Smudge and Poofie passed through that final door Momma Pat is long gone and waits for you I’ve begged, pleaded for a little more time Now you warn me your time is coming I am not ready I never will be If I’m lucky we’ll have many more years Before you pass, beyond this life we have shared Little Peter, you’ve taught me so much The depth of the joy you daily give me Will long be with me and not forgotten Until that time comes our lives are as one. Copyrighted © Marta Moran Bishop 2013
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