He's of Zero Worth

(I'd Pay a Million) He's an ordinary gray, long and lean, relieved by ashen whiskers and chin. A perfect white 'V' marks his breast and one snowy paw mocks the rest. What is he worth to this old friend when dozens can be had of his kind? Some are more worthy of love and trust and others are spared his hoary crust. But daily I treasure his sweet purr and gently stroke his ordinary fur. I rest my eyes on his rangy form and rue the day when he'll be gone.