Angel cats are just pretend Just sorrows that will never mend"
But if I believe that, I'm untrue To someone who loved me and you.
For I have felt my cat's sweet weight As she cuddles into bed so late
And heard her purrs, and felt her sigh Mend my grief: sweet lullaby.
Faulty vision? I think not! An angel cat, off like a shot
For that was how she ran while here: Now plain sight, now disappear.
Angel cats are surely real They stay in touch to help us heal
Their fur dries tears that will not dry And as we mend, our spirits fly.