With enough fur you purred around the house
You knew the need for the feed without the mouse
Long days you stayed in the company of Christine and Al
You were the companion they counted on, you were the pal
You started young without wife or son and meowed on
Till days made you old yet you were bold and carried on
With a strong sense of smell you did well as you sniffed your way
Better than a blind man who would not understand why he can’t see day
On a Tuesday night your sight was restored to see something we long see
Better than your feed and your need we now cherish your memory Sydney
We only hope that your pals Christine and Al can see you the way you see them
Now from above you save for them your love, the same love that never made you condemn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write. i miss some cats. they are real company.