I'm sitting in a corner,
leaning against a wall.
No longer can I balance,
withough support I'd fall.
Left alone to sit and stare;
I wonder where you are.
Even times you are around
the distance still seems far.
I long to be adored
and mean the world to you.
Please hold me close and need me
like you used to do.
My eyes are sadly scratched;
my ears attached with pins--
But I hear your every ord
and your heart I still see in.
I've lost al ittle stuffing
and now my nose is flat.
But I can still be cuddled
and can smell where fear is at.
I am not what I used to be,
my fur is wearing thin.
With time that is expected,
through all the things we've been.
I know that things do change,
and you can't turn back the clock.
I just don't want my value
to be dismissed or even mocked.
I want you to remember
what you first did see in me.
Then realize that waht I was
is what I'll always be.
-Jessica Robinson