Stout of heart this friend of man
A little herder much taller than his legs will allow
Fearless in the face of a world where everyone was above him
He brings a warmth that says
“Help me up on the couch will ya?”
From Peterbourgh ye did come
Down the M1 to Huntingdon
Dumped into a house of cats fresh from cat prison
You held your own, a rebel in your native land
Then wrenched from England in the belly of a plane
Into Atlanta on a summer day
It must have been a shock to you,
But you handled it like a champ
Four humans, two cats,
15 suitcases, two pet carriers
And you – the back window shelf was yours
Its no wonder you hated car rides from then!
Through Hurricane and Flood you guarded this home
Until it was time to leave
To that great herding ground in the sky.
1 comment:
That's a great one. Thanks for the flashbacks.
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