A poem in memory of my cat who died September 2 1996 You came to us one Christmas morn,

A bundle of fur, all tattered and torn.

We took you in, and gave you care,

Our house to live in, our love to share.

Your trust to all mankind had gone,

We had to start at number one.

To feed you and to mend your wounds,

To listen for those purring sounds.

We won your love, and trust did gain,

Your little life began again.

After 17 years you did us leave,

Your love was left, our hearts to grieve.

Some may laugh, and some may scorn

But love came to us that Christmas morn. Mrs D Robinson

Hollywood Road, Smithills, Bolton

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