BamBiPurr
02-23-2003, 11:43 PM
I remember your green eyes;
like emeralds, they'd shine...
that hoarse little cry,
that told me you're mine.
Your fur was so glossy
like the black of the night...
you thrived on my love,
Dear Lord! I miss you tonight!
You were happy to sit there,
and bask in attention;
I'd pet you, and kiss you,
my love never lessened.
Now my pillow is empty,
and you swat me no more...
sometimes I still see you
walking my floors.
Your daddy you trusted
and loved with a passion...
your mommy you loved
in a different sort of fashion.
You padded into our lives
scared of people and life...
you blossomed, dear Blackie,
when we took away your strife.
You grew trusting and loving,
you were an angel in fur...
you would greet us with joy;
we loved what you were.
Loving you was a pleasure,
in the days we had left...
losing you was a heartache -
it was a terrible test.
You taught me to love,
even while we're in pain...
you never stopped loving,
even when life would rain.
Dear Blackie, I love you,
even now, when you're gone...
we could never regret
all the things we have done.
I loved you, I lost you,
but you'll always be mine...
Dear Blackie, I miss you,
but I'll see you, in time.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Blackie carried pellets in his body til the day he left this plane, from abusive kids while he was a stray. Leukemia had ahold of him when I took him in, though did not know. Though sick, he grew in size, and his fur got lustrous...the vet said from sheer love. *sighs* I was pregnant with my son, and bottle feeding Smokey, Pumpkin, and Bear in the bedroom, the night he died in the living room with my now ex-husband. He never knew how to play, so I taught him with a little stuffed piggie. I still have that piggie, on my son's shelf with my own animals from childhood, and his; he knows why I never sewed the rips..it is Blackie's claws, learning to play, that caused them. peace, my feline friend. You were a good one.
like emeralds, they'd shine...
that hoarse little cry,
that told me you're mine.
Your fur was so glossy
like the black of the night...
you thrived on my love,
Dear Lord! I miss you tonight!
You were happy to sit there,
and bask in attention;
I'd pet you, and kiss you,
my love never lessened.
Now my pillow is empty,
and you swat me no more...
sometimes I still see you
walking my floors.
Your daddy you trusted
and loved with a passion...
your mommy you loved
in a different sort of fashion.
You padded into our lives
scared of people and life...
you blossomed, dear Blackie,
when we took away your strife.
You grew trusting and loving,
you were an angel in fur...
you would greet us with joy;
we loved what you were.
Loving you was a pleasure,
in the days we had left...
losing you was a heartache -
it was a terrible test.
You taught me to love,
even while we're in pain...
you never stopped loving,
even when life would rain.
Dear Blackie, I love you,
even now, when you're gone...
we could never regret
all the things we have done.
I loved you, I lost you,
but you'll always be mine...
Dear Blackie, I miss you,
but I'll see you, in time.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Blackie carried pellets in his body til the day he left this plane, from abusive kids while he was a stray. Leukemia had ahold of him when I took him in, though did not know. Though sick, he grew in size, and his fur got lustrous...the vet said from sheer love. *sighs* I was pregnant with my son, and bottle feeding Smokey, Pumpkin, and Bear in the bedroom, the night he died in the living room with my now ex-husband. He never knew how to play, so I taught him with a little stuffed piggie. I still have that piggie, on my son's shelf with my own animals from childhood, and his; he knows why I never sewed the rips..it is Blackie's claws, learning to play, that caused them. peace, my feline friend. You were a good one.