Four Feet in Heaven
Your favourite chair is vacant now...
No eager purrs to greet me.
No softly padded paws
to run ecstatically to meet me.
No coaxing rubs nor plaintive cry
Will say it's time for feeding.
I've put away your bowl, and all the things
You won't be needing;
But I will miss you little friend,
For I could never measure
The happiness you brought me,
The comfort and the pleasure.