My cat’s getting old now,

His fur is less dense,

He no longer gets free

By jumping the fence.

 

His steps are less springy,

His belly hangs long.

His get up and go

Has got up and gone.

 

The birds feel much safer

And so do the mice,

They sneer at his efforts

To chase them - not nice!

 

He dreams through the day

As he basks in the sun,

He’s old and he’s gentle,

His race is near done.

 

Yet he jumps on my knee

For my love and my touch,

I really would miss him,

I love him so much.