My furrr babies

My Furr Babies The echoes of their playful purrs, A haunting melody that forever stirs. Cooter, Biscuit, Gizmo, my feline crew, Left behind, a heartache tearing through. Cooter, the apple of my eye, so bold and grand, A mischievous glint, a playful paw at hand. Biscuit, my cuddlebug, a soft and gentle soul, Curled in my lap, a comforting control. Gizmo, my toddler, with eyes of such a heavy brown, at my heel he'd be following right now. Chasing shadows, a playful, mischievous scene. Their playful antics, a symphony of delight, Now only memories, shining ever so bright. The empty spaces, a constant, aching void, Where once their playful spirits freely roamed and enjoyed. But in my heart, their memory will reside, Forever cherished, my feline pride. Though miles may separate us, and time may slowly creep, My love for them remains, a promise I will keep. To hold them dear, in my heart's embrace, Until we meet again, in a timeless, loving space.