I'm getting on in years... my coat is turning gray
My eyes have lost their luster, my hearing.. just OK.
I spend my whole day dreaming of conquests of my past
lying near a sunny window, wait for warm repast.
I remember our first visit, I was coming to you free
hoping you would take me in and keep me company.
I wasn't young or handsome, two years I'd roamed the streets.
There were scars on my face, I hobbled on my feet.
I could see your disappointment as I left my prison cage.
Oh, I hoped you would accept me and look beyond my age.
You took me out of pity, I accepted, without shame.
Then you grew to love me. I admit the same.
I have shared with you your laughter,
you have wet my coat with tears.
We've come to know each other,
throughout these many years.
Just ONE more hug this morning.. before you drive away.
And know I'll think about you throughout your busy day.
The time we have left together is a treasured time at that,
My heart is yours forever, I Promise..
I love you!
This old cat

Printed with permission from KC