He was a tiny little cat, who's mom had died somewhere
I took him home from that old barn, in order to take care
I pinched the maggots from his body, cleaned the holes real deep
Less than ten days old he was and all day long he'd sleep
He was smaller than my hand, couldn't suck his milk at all
I pushed the milk in, drop by drop, alarm stood on night call
Slowly he was gaining weight, step by step he grew real strong
Grew into a real companion, nothing ever did go wrong
He was my cat, my special cat, he knew it from the start
He always could rely upon, my warm and loving heart
When I worked my computer or was watching the tv
He was sleeping on my shoulder, purring into my ear you see
He got sick at age of ten, kidneys didn't work that well
Special food he ate and all, didn't help, that I could tell
Took him to the vet last week, thought this was the final end
Just give him a shot I said, cause his illness can't be mend
It's too early, I was told and they gave him an infuse
While he's not in pain at all, there isn't really much to loose
I took him home and he walked out the door into the green
And that, alas, was the very last of this cat I have seen
I think he searched and found a place and that is where he stays
He has layed down his head to rest, but I don't know the place
And that is what is eating me, the guessing where he might be
I hope I'll find him some late day to tell him he's been missed by me
