Just Being Your Pet

Just Being Your Pet

Maybe I'll play in the house today,
Chasing the other cats all around.
Sometimes it seemed like I tormented them,
Tackling them hard, to the ground.

I may have never been real good,
At expressing all my emotions.
You should know I meant no harm,
It’s just my way of saying, “How are you?”

Maybe today I'll sit in your lap,
It looks like you need company, or could use a friend.
I know you liked to scratch behind my ear,
And to be quite honest, I enjoyed it too.

And perhaps, I’ll just sit at the window’s ledge,
And watch all the birds as they build their nests.
But most importantly the thing that I did best,
Was just enjoy being your pet.

So thanks for rescuing me from the storm,
And letting me run under your bed to hide.
You should know that I was thrilled
When you first let me come inside.

And though I may have slept all day long—
And batted the curtains during the night.
The one thing I enjoyed the most in life,
Was just being your pet.

So thanks, thanks, thanks, from the bottom of my kitty heart,
Thanks for letting me be your pet.


A Poem for my family, on the passing of a family pet.