My roomate and I have often mused about the fact that whenever one of our cats goes to the bridge, another one mysteriously enters our life.
Trixie was a kitty who had no one to love.
She wandered through her lonely life `til a voice came from above.
It told her of a happy place where she would be the queen.
It guided her and led her there... she waited to be seen.
Then one day it happened, Betty rose from bed,
And saw the snow white kitty with flea bites on her head.
She fed her and she loved her and invited her inside.
Trixie purred contented and thanked her heavenly guide.
Trixie lived for many years contented and serene,
A life of health and happiness, a fluffy pure white queen.
As mornings turn to sunsets, and springtime turns to fall,
Trixies bright eyes lost their sparkle, and soon she heard the call.
Lost in Bettys loving arms, soft and gentle death,
Hearing tender loving words, breathing her last breath.
Now she lives at Rainbow Bridge where she can jump and run.
Frolicking from morn `til night and basking in the sun.
Our little Angel Kitty, looks at us from above.
She sheds a tiny angel tear, she knows we miss her love.
She knows there is an empty space that only she can fill,
But a brand new DIFFERENT kitty would surely fit the bill.
Little Ferris Kitty needs a loving heart.
Little "Yenta" Trixie knows just where to start.
Ferris was a kitty who had no one to love.
He wandered through his lonely life `til a voice came from above.
It told him of a happy place where he would be the king.
It guided him and led him there....he now has everything.
I would like to dedicate this poem in loving memory of Trixie
Trixie was a kitty who had no one to love.
She wandered through her lonely life `til a voice came from above.
It told her of a happy place where she would be the queen.
It guided her and led her there... she waited to be seen.
Then one day it happened, Betty rose from bed,
And saw the snow white kitty with flea bites on her head.
She fed her and she loved her and invited her inside.
Trixie purred contented and thanked her heavenly guide.
Trixie lived for many years contented and serene,
A life of health and happiness, a fluffy pure white queen.
As mornings turn to sunsets, and springtime turns to fall,
Trixies bright eyes lost their sparkle, and soon she heard the call.
Lost in Bettys loving arms, soft and gentle death,
Hearing tender loving words, breathing her last breath.
Now she lives at Rainbow Bridge where she can jump and run.
Frolicking from morn `til night and basking in the sun.
Our little Angel Kitty, looks at us from above.
She sheds a tiny angel tear, she knows we miss her love.
She knows there is an empty space that only she can fill,
But a brand new DIFFERENT kitty would surely fit the bill.
Little Ferris Kitty needs a loving heart.
Little "Yenta" Trixie knows just where to start.
Ferris was a kitty who had no one to love.
He wandered through his lonely life `til a voice came from above.
It told him of a happy place where he would be the king.
It guided him and led him there....he now has everything.
I would like to dedicate this poem in loving memory of Trixie
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