...To See His Last Days...

He's been with me for 3 years now;
And brought me so much joy,
That's Tigger my cat, who's so lovely,
My special little boy!
He was to be thrown out into the streets,
So I brought him home with me,
He's so full of fun, a little tyke,
Who brings a smile, and he's only three…

He's as impish as you can imagine,
Full of fun and cheer, a joy to see,
Lifts me up if I'm feeling sad,
And yes, he's still just only three!
Causes laughter gives so much fun,
As he runs off, oh dear me!
He gives an impish smile,
That's Tigger, who's only three.

And when I'm feeling poorly,
Because I suffer lots of pain you see,
Along comes Tigger, who stays by my side,
And yes, he's still only three!
And when he's feeling mischievous,
Of course, that's every day that we see!
He has me laughing at his antics,
That's Tigger, who's a baby, at three!

When I come home from being out,
He's waiting in the drive for me,
And he comes running, meowing like mad,
That's Tigger, at aged, just three.
Then one night when I got home,
There was no greeting from Tigger for me,
He wasn't in sight, for the very first time!
That's my little imp of a cat, who's only three.

Then suddenly out of the blue,
He got sick and is as poorly as can be,
As thin as a rake, and oh, so weak,
And yet, still he's only three.
He was to share my life until old age,
Me and he, together for life,
Yet; he got so sick, and he can't get well,
Oh the heartache, pain cuts like a knife!

And now he's with me on his final lap,
And every now and again, he wags his tail for me,
Seeing his days out in quietness and in rest,
And it's not fair, for he's a baby, at only three!
So now I sit with him in constant vigil,
But he's free of pain and not distressed,
And of course, looked after by a brilliant vet,
For all he can do now, is simply, rest.

And though his time is imminent,
He will be loved and hugged just as much by me,
Until he takes that final breath,
That's Tigger, my companion, who's just three.
And for those who say he's 'only' a cat!
To them I say this from the heart of me,
I love him; no matter he's 'only' a cat!
Because he's my Tigger, who's only three!

He lives, and breathes, and plays,
And has so much joy to give; you see!
For he cheers me up, and loves me true,
That's my Tigger, who's dying, at three.

And yes I am crying buckets!
And yes, I've a broken heart!
And yes, I am totally distraught!
Because he's only three, and we have to part!

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