Liz I am so sorry,
Sailor make friends with the rest of the clan and my Spike, Milly and Cleo.
A soft full tail, exquisite eyes,
soft purring at the door,
playful swatting, frequent naps,
toys strewn across the floor.
With gentle rubs and playful purring
you made your presence known
and, knowing you were always there,
we never felt alone.
You loved it when we scratched your ears,
we swear it made you smile.
We could never stay angry with you,
we couldn’t if we tried.
The soft sweet purring now has ceased,
no gentle rubs to greet us,
just memories of a special friend
and good times are all we see.
Although we miss you dearly,
we’ll try not to feel so blue,
because we know that there’s a bridge
for special cats like you.
Rest in peace Sailor
