Baxter

Dan Farren

He came to us when we needed each other. 

He was there for all the bad times. 

He was there for all the good times. 

In his youth, he was the destroyer of carpets and the

scourge of Christmas trees. 

He never took, he always gave. 

When we were down, he would lay on our backs to protect us. 

As we both grew old, he was happy just to sit in my lap

and drool. 

The empty spot he leaves is filled by his memory.

He was too good to be human, so he had to be our cat. 

Dan Farren is a writer living in California.

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