My cat shodow
By the fire he burnt his whiskers
By the road and the dark he could have got slammed
By his cold and skinny body he died peacefully
By his 1001 cold’s
By the day we got home we knew he was in heaven
From then moment we sore him restless on the driveway.
I wish you all the luck Mate
I always used to here the bin rattle and know it’s quiet
When ever there was meat on the bench you weir the first one there
REST IN PEACE YOU WILL BE REMEMBERED
