by Lori Howell Thompson


I miss those moments when you would
jump up on my lap while

I was trying to read a book of mystery
and intrigue.

Your thoughtfulness to pounce on
me during my first night of quality sleep.

Your wet nose rubbing my chin
in harmony with your

purring motor soothing my agitated
mood to a place of tranquility in heaven.

I am misty-eyed reminiscing our
treasured moments together.

You were a gift of love; I believe our
paths will cross again in a very special place

Until then…my best friend!


© Lori L. Howell 2001

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