(no subject)
I knew
I knew we wouldn’t be friends.
You lifted your leg to my lounger
The first night we met.
Your mom panicked and pleaded
As I cleaned up your piss;
A moment that I won’t forget
I gave you a home
And you terrified my cat.
The poor thing pissed himself.
But you chilled and communed;
and so he came down
from his scowling place on the shelf.
I offered to walk you
When my baby belly was full:
You were calm and wouldn’t be much trouble.
Except for that cat
Ripped you from my hands
As you took after that thing on the double
I’ve never swept so much in my life
trying to keep up with your output;
hair in every nook and cranny.
I thought my sanity would bust
As I diapered my dear
And I pulled your black mass from her fanny.
But you kept us safe on cold lonely nights,
fetched your own treats
And drug your mom out in the rain.
But with you in her bed,
The tons of black fur
I thought she was clearly insane.
So big you couldn't be missed,
but now you’re suddenly gone.
What’s your poor mom gonna do?
Despite all the troubles
you were there for us all
I know I will never forget you.
Rest Well Jasper
Tea Marie Mars October 29,2009
This poem is in dedicated in memory of Jasper, Tiffany Crowley’s right hand furry man.