by Tori
You were placed upon my doorstep, in the summer of 93,
I wondered, who this little kitty was, looking up at me.
I knew someone had left you there, and that you'd need a home,
how could I leave you sitting there, so scared, and all alone.
I took you in, and hoped that you would soon feel right at ease,
it took no time, before I saw, you prancing about as you pleased.
You had to deal with Baby Girl, and you had to make her see,
that her house, was now your house, and together you would be.
Before I knew it, you were napping together, curled up in a ball,
together, causing havoc, ignoring me, when I'd call.
You were always watching her back, as she would watch yours,
always, frolicking, under my feet, whenever I did my chores.
Many times, I'd look at you, and wondered how it could be,
that out of all the others, God had chosen you for me....
You were never really big, on receiving to much affection,
but throughout our years together, we had our special connection.
You'd sit across the room, with your serious little face,
stare at me 'til I noticed you...then you'd run off without a trace.
These are games you'd play with me - to keep me on my toes,
these are ways, you showed your love, so that I'd always know.
You were always there to greet me, waiting at the front door,
whether I was gone for many hours, or just ran to the store.
You most enjoyed the things you saw, while sitting at a window,
spending hours watching birds fly, or just feeling the soft wind blow.
You loved to jump around, and climb as high as you could,
but this disease had halted you, from doing the things you would.
It took me by surprise to see, the changes that took place,
but soon, I could see it in your eyes, and in your tiny face.
I took you to the doctor, and thought you'd get a 'pill'
instead she looked at me an said.. "your little Tasha, is very ill."
Your body looked so weak and small, your eyes were not so bright,
Tasha, I had no idea, you were putting up such a fight.
I was told that you were failing, and I had to make a choice,
My little Tasha, I chose for you 'rest' cause you, don't have a voice.....
I do believe, with my whole heart, that if you had been able,
you'd tell me, you were ready, and that you'd never again be stable.
My tears fell down upon you, and soaked your soft brown fur,
..as I reached down to hug you, I heard your sweet, soft 'purr'.
I talked to you , and told you how, I'd miss and love you forever more,
It was very important to tell you that, before I walked out the door.
As far as touching you - this was the last time that I would,
and Tasha, GOD only knows, I'd of healed you if I could.
I'd give anything to hold you, and hug you one last time,
but the last hug I had given you, is forever in my mind.
I have your red collar, and pictures that I will treasure,
but Tasha, your memory, will live on in my heart forever.
Baby Girl is now searching, this whole house for you,
and soon, she will realize, there are no longer two.
She is going to miss you, just as much as I will,
especially, seeing you, perched upon the window sill.
I used to kiss your tiny face, a million times a day,
as you'd use your little paws, to gently push me away.
Today was very different though, you didn't push me away...
'cause.. Tasha, I think you knew, that this, was our last day.
Today I said good-bye, to my tiny long time friend,
whom I loved so very much, from day one, till the very end.
I kissed you for the last time, upon your little face,
I turned to leavenothing left to say,
I hope you know, that no kiss, was more heartfelt,
then that LAST kiss I gave you today.
Rest my Little Tasha,