With his tail held high he would strut around the house
Never let there be a spider or a mouse
In his domain for it would not be there for long
For Bert was good and strong and handsome and his eyes shone
We miss him so very much, and at times we think he is there
But sadly it is just an empty chair, something we have bear
There are those days when we remember him so acutely
That tears stream down our face and we are upset
On other days we are happier when we remember him as the rascal pet
Bert will always be part of our family, and we know he is still around
When we go into the garden we expect to hear his meow sound
To us he is never far away, and he is loved and remembered every day.