A cat is a special gift from God
just a simple ball of fur
who will let you know he's happy
when he thanks you with his purr
He will cuddle in your arms for warmth
and sometimes lick your hand
or ignore you and just walk away
he knows you'll understand
He has a special language
that he uses now and then
to let you know just what he wants
and how and where and when
His meow has many different sounds
and, depending on their rhyme,
he'll say. 'Can I go out', 'Can I come in'
or, 'Is it suppertime? '
He can pester you forever
and then say something sweet:
'If I don't scratch the furniture,
will you give me a treat? '
And as your cat gets older
you worry every day
he's not as strong as he used to be
should I let him out to play?
Or keep him in and cuddle him
and let him know I care
that if anything bad happens to him
that's a loss I could not bear
When he gets sick you'll care for him
the very best you can
and when he dies you'll cry for him
and ask 'Is this God's plan? '
Yes, your cat is a gift from God
just loaned to you for a while
to help and make your life complete
so remember him and smile.
And thank God for that special gift
your little feline friend
and let God know you loved your cat
until the very end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem