In loving memory of Trouble.
Who knew a cat could bring me such joy, with her beautiful silvery mane. She loved to play with her favorite toy, and happily lived up to her name.
Trouble would greet me at the door, and cuddle with me in my chair. But she’s not here anymore. Oh how I miss how she played with my hair.
Trouble, I will never forget how brave you tried to be. That fateful night at the vet, from the pain I set you free.
I cherish all of the good days we had, even though it brings me to tears. I will try my hardest not to be sad, and love you the rest of my years.
Poetry