by Alice Xavier

Created on: March 02, 2008   Last Updated: February 14, 2011

To my dearest cat

You were a kitten when found
By a drainpipe you were bound

I took you in at age of three
I named you Pickles after me

You were wild at heart
And my friend from the start

We grew together with age
Many hours we played

Your last days were hard to see
I knew you were slipping from me

Sometimes I still think your there
Purring whilst preening your hair

But I know you are gone
I miss you my dearest cat.

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