We got him on a whim

He took us for a spin

He grew and grew

To our amazement and surprise

We never once regretted

Getting him on a whim

His hair grew long and red

His playful spirit made me glee with pride

Time went by…his red hair turned to grey

His legs went weak and no more walking could he do

The aide of a cart is his way of getting around

His boundless strands of energy…turned to lazy days of rest

I wondered if he’s happy

As he’s staring back at me

The breeze whispers thru his long red grey locks and his eyes begin to close

What’s that…a cat…time to go…

Oh wait, I can only go so far

Back to lazy days of comfort when I rest and when I shine

His motivation to go forward and acceptance of his fate

Brings me to smile and something to admire

The people stare and wonder

How could he be

We simply smiled and said

We are happy than could be

We got him on a whim

Oh what a lovely spin it’s been

(Rest in Peace my dear friend. Until we meet again...)