For the Love of Kizzie
I miss dear Kizzie every day.
In dreams I see his beautiful face.
Pets go to heaven,this I pray.
Such a wonderful kitty I couldn't replace.
Always I called him my gentle giant.
A beautiful gray and silky Maine Coon.
Precious and sweet,not ever defiant.
Now he dwells up beyond the moon.
Heaven is lucky to have such a baby.
Now Kizzie's romping and playing again.
That he's well again there's no maybe.
He's free from all his earthly pain.
I adored this kitty like no other.
His personality was so dear.
So happy I was his human mother.
I'd give anything to have him still here.
written October24th 2013
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013
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