Billy, Jo, Poppy, Gladstone & Scribble too...

A collective group of friends, all with us for a while,

a strange sort of love from companions that never smile.

Each knew his or her own way,

enjoying life, living it for the day.

Over three decades they kept us amused,

yet most of the time they just simply snoozed.

Warm & toasty suited them best,

taking all of the day to enjoy a long rest.

Most were murderers in the most heinous way,

It's not my fault, I can't help it, their innocent faces would say.

And yet we allowed and indeed encouraged our children to play

with these "butter wouldn't melt in the mouth" fluffy cliches.

We were their best and only true friends,

and yet they used our affections to suit their own ends.

Hungry like wolves, stealthy and mean,

 Unhygienic and yet incongruously clean.

We loved each and every one from the bottom of our heart,

mourning the loss as one by one they each depart.

She's just a cat they'd politely say,

and I'd probably agree on any other day.

So to Billy, Jo, Poppy, Gladstone & Scribble too,

We just want to put on paper how much we loved you.

You were our company through the thick and the thin,

nonjudgmental (as long as we had a can opener & a tin).

We played & cuddled and had as much fun as time would allow.

But an end of an era, there's a strange emptiness in the house now.

A time for sorrow and memories not gone,

It's quiet now, I'll miss you all, but it's time to move on....

Sadly our cat Scribble died last week and we just wanted to say goodbye to her and remember all of our other companions over the last 30 years.
These are they....

God Bless.