The Final Parting . . .
Candy, Oh Candy, we keep thinking of you.
Of all the things that we used to do.
You were so lovely, so sweet and so kind.
Another cat like you, we will never find.
We used to play with your piece of wool.
We would run away with it and you would pull.
When we got tired, we sat under the tree.
A certain little pussy would sit on our knee.
Then we would hold you and stroke all your fur.
Your eyes would close and with happiness, you would purr.
Then you became ill with something we dread.
You pined to go into the old garden shed.
The Vet arrived with his X-rays and nurse.
With tears in his eyes he said "Candy's much worse".
A decision he sought, as you can guess.
It was the final parting. Candy was laid to rest.
Oh Candy, Oh Candy, our dear little friend,
We loved you so much right up to the end.
We are so sad that you have gone.
But we are glad that you were born.
Malcolm Yeatman (2003)