My mother wrote this for my cat, Dusty. He was, and is, my best friend ( my boyfriend runs a VERY close second). we recently had to put him to sleep. This has been his song since he was a kitten
I'm a bean-bag flea bag, I got no bones
I love Emily 'cause she's my home
I walk around beeping when she's not there
And when she comes home, I flop in her hair.
I got a gray tail with a little white tip
I better not chase it 'cause I might trip
One day I caught it and I bit the end
It said "Ouch! Don't do that 'cause I'm your friend!"
I climb the draps and I flip the plants
I got no manners, I'll climb your pants!
You better watch your bologna 'cause I'll eat your lunch
Beautiful song for Dusty; he will live on in memory. Thanks for sharing this with us, Emily; very well done! Still praying hard for you as you grieve....
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
So sorry for your loss and this peaceful, fun loving write depicts the character Dusty had. He sounds like he was a very loving and faithful companion and I am sure will always be remembered....
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Such a light-hearted poen of love.
Kathy
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Be safe,
Karen