FOUR FEET IN HEAVEN
Your favorite chair is vacant now,
No eager purrs to greet me.
No softly padded paws to run,
Ecstatically to meet me.
No coaxing rubs, no plaintive cry,
Will say it's time for feeding.
I've put away your bowl and all
The things you won't be needing.
But I will miss you, little friend,
For I could never measure,
The happiness you brought to me,
The comfort and the pleasure.
And since God put you here to share
In earthly joy and sorrow.
I'm sure there'll be a place for you
In Heaven's bright tomorrow.
by Alice Chase
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