He saw the carrier and took off like the wind
I saw his long gray tail under the bed.
I finally pulled him out, he fought me
like a wild cat, but I finally got him in the box.
We drove to the vet, he cursed all the way.
If he were human, I’m not sure I’d want to know
what he could say.
We got to the place, I opened up the box,
he ran out as fast as he dared.
I started to shut the carrier, than one thing caught my eye
It was a small thing, just one snow white hair,
A hair that belonged to my beloved cat that died
I put it in the palm of my hand, holding it with care.
I hung my head and began to cry.
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Regis
Yes, very true . . . thanks for sharing your thoughts and great poetry!!
Best wishes,
Lance
take care,
William
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Karla.