I sit here gazing
at the star-lit sky.
And I often wonder
Why did he die?

As I look
at the bright, full moon,
I wonder why
he died so soon.

Whenever I felt hurt
or sick with a bug,
my friend would come over
and give me a hug.

I remember how he rolled
and tumbled at play.
But then I realize
he's not with me today.

I remember him jumping
and running around.
But now he's burried
in the cold, dark ground.

I will always remember him,
I will tell you that.
I will always remember
my dear little cat.

Written
by
Traci Wagner
1995