Tiger

My brother brought her home abused and defiled
We looked at her and I swear she smiled
Then we took some gauze and dressed her wounds
And little brother’s bottle and his baby spoons
We washed her gently to get rid of the smell
Five brothers nursed her until she got well
As the months went by she became healthy
She also became part of the family
She did not grow, so small she would stay
But our love grew for her everyday
She’d wait on the back of a chair like a little fool
And jump on the first boy coming in after school
She would purr gently with feline charms
And be passed around to each brother’s arms
We named her Tiger, dumb boys were we
We didn’t realize he was a she
She’s gone now, no more will I see
But she’ll live forever in my memory
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Anos Avatar
October 13, 2008 at 5:06 AM
... The bonds we make with our beloved pets... nice and hearwarming poem! Brgds. George
White Avatar
August 24, 2008 at 4:27 PM
Hi Vince I love this write and I am sorry for your loss, take care D-nyce
Bellefleur Avatar
August 22, 2008 at 8:05 AM
Thanks Vince - enjoy everyone of your creative poems.. Keep up the good work.
Buys Avatar
August 16, 2008 at 1:18 PM
The mental image of five boisterous boys caring for something so fragile is absolutely enchanting. You sure hit the aww factor with this one. Well done. Regards Heidie
Kelly Avatar
August 15, 2008 at 11:49 PM
You got a result , with this one , Vince... Our stray ( Belle ) who arrived at work 15 yrs ago , died yesterday .. Like Tiger , she'll always be remembered ...
Ashton Avatar
August 15, 2008 at 10:42 PM
reminds me of all the stray cats i found and played with and fell in love with instantly. thank you for your kind words on my pieces.
Foulk Avatar
August 15, 2008 at 12:13 PM
this reminds me of all the strays I brought home and my mom always said no, but she also always gave in and let me keep them. this was a great piece you wrote so warm.
Jordan Avatar
August 15, 2008 at 6:51 AM
Hello Vince - Yesterday I was commenting on this poem and I got an emergency phone call to run an elderly man I know to the hospital - This poem was so warm and compassionate and the funny at just the right time - Great poem Vince - Thank you for your comments and friendship
Reynolds Avatar
August 14, 2008 at 4:35 PM
Awww, the way some treat their animals (who are supposed to be family) makes me so very ill. animals are my cause, and you Sir have done all of them proud with this write of feline love. :) Bless you all for all you did and still do, love Kristin
Bingham Avatar
August 14, 2008 at 10:09 AM
I can relate somewhat to this poem but in reverse. I inherited my moms cat Maggie after her passing, only she is a he( tomcat). Enjoyed as always , Blessings, Ron
Winter Avatar
August 14, 2008 at 10:02 AM
Very sweet and heartfelt tribute to your kitty. Our pets are such a huge and precious part of our lives. Nicely written. Love, Shar
Sheart Avatar
August 14, 2008 at 8:34 AM
Hi Vince This is precious! Love Light Truth Patricia
Beer Avatar
August 14, 2008 at 8:17 AM
Vince, they have a habit of taking over our hearts don't they.I loved this poem it brought back lots of memories of lost pets.Thanks for your kind words on my poem.Yes Billy has been right there beside me.I feel guilty still depending on him because he has earned his place in heaven and yet he still sees me through my trials.I was truely blessed when God led me to my cowboy.The bank just called and said it was all set and i will be able to get the mobile home i looked at. He was there again,Cile
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August 14, 2008 at 8:06 AM
I had a calico, just as you described, when about 12 years old, I found her in a parking lot...just a dirty, little kitten, lost and hungry. We had her for many years....named her Sundae. (she looked like vanilla with chocolate and caramel. I loved that little cat...and when my own kids wanted a cat....we got another calico...and named him "Sundae Two". Sweet poem, Vince! ....Fondly, Carrie
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