Font Color=darkviolettigger Poem by Jane Meyer

We were just getting back,
after a few days at the beach.
We were looking for our pets.
The first thing we always do.

With a little work, we found Junior,
but Tigger was still missing.
He really loved attention,
so I understood with us gone, he’d be hiding.

But the minutes dragged on
and he still wasn’t found.
I thought, “I’ll scream if I find him dead.”
But that was just me being dramatic.

We were running out of places to look,
and still there was no sign of him.
I thought, “Maybe he’s using the bathroom.”
so I went to check the litter box.

As I stared at his body,
waiting for his chest to rise,
I realized his fate,
and all I could manage was, “I found him.”

My mom came over and saw him too.
She’s the one who screamed.
“No! No! God no! This can’t be happening!
What do I do? ! What do I do? ! What do I DO? ! ”

My sister joined her too,
Maybe asking her to save him.
But I knew that nothing could be done.
I’d known with my first glance.

I was the one,
who found Tigger dead.
I was the first to know,
and it’s scarred me for life.