by donna ploss
Two little fur babies born into this world,
Four legs, a tail, no hair, not a curl.
One’s name was Chloe,
The other one Phoebs,
From far away
They came to be.
These two little kitties,
So full of life,
Went to Clint and Rene’s,
To live without strife.
Chloe was tiny
And headstrong to boot.
On Rene’s shoulder she’d ride,
People chuckled “What a hoot!”
Big sister Phoebs
Could be found curled in her bed
Near the door in the kitchen
Never raising her head
They ate and they played
And slept hours on end
Knowing full well
They were among friends
Friends who were saviors
With big hearts of gold
That spent all of their time
Making sure they weren’t cold
For these two little girls
Unique as they were
Had medical problems
Vets just couldn't cure
It wasn’t till later
these kitties took ill
No liquid or shot
Not even a pill
Could help these poor babies
Get through all their pain
Rene knew it was time
to no longer restrain.
It hasn’t been long
Since they passed over the ridge
Down through the meadows
up to the Bridge
Where all fur babies go
When they leave God’s green earth
To pass over the Rainbow Bridge
With their humans from earth
Both Chloe and Phoebe
are now in a place
Happy and thriving till
due to God’s grace
They will meet once again
The saviors that be
Who helped them through life
That was Clint and Rene