Enchantment in their mother’s hands,
On the little box their eyes did land. Unknown noises from inside When opened showed big yellow eyes. As privileged as a girl could be, “A little kitten just for me?” A knowing soul with jet black fur, Happiness to hear him purr. At night a ‘scratch, scratch’ at my door, He’d cross the room on little paws, On my bed he’d set up camp, My best friend was little Scamp. We never got to say goodbye, And when I heard I didn’t cry. It must have been a painful day, When suddenly we went away. Memories of your little face, Make the world a safer place. Thank you Scamp, bestest friend, I wish I’d been there till the end. 🐾
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