In Your Arms
When we first met, you looked like you needed a friend, So I walked up and told you "Hi there. I'm your cat." I'm not sure you understood what I was saying, but I knew You thought so too. You picked me up and held me in your arms, and spoke to me In a gentle voice that I loved as soon as I heard it, And took me home. You were always my Person, and I was your Pretty Boy. At night you would pat the top of the box in the hall And say -- "Up!". I would jump up, and you would take me in your arms And carry me up the stairs. Sometimes I would run ahead, But I would always wait for you so that we could go Into our room together. When I got sick I couldn't always come to you, But you always found me and carried me upstairs, Safe in your arms. Sometimes I would hide in the closet or the bathroom Instead of sleeping with you and Mommy, I think because I didn't want you to worry. On our last night together, you held me in your arms Where I knew I was loved. You stroked my fur, and scratched behind my ears, And cried -- I'd never seen you cry before -- and said I would be okay. I fell asleep in your arms, and when I woke up I wasn't sick any more. There were stairs there, with a carpet like a rainbow, So I jumped down and ran ahead, but when I looked back You weren't there. I'll wait for you. Some day I'll hear you call my name And come running downstairs to meet you. My little bell Will jingle for you, And you'll pick me up and cuddle me again, and we'll go Up the Rainbow Bridge together, with me safe and happy In your arms.
I still want to write him a song, but first there was something he wanted to say.