Remembering Handsome (Michael's Cat) Poem by Lesa MRK

He wasn't my cat, but I brought him home from the animal shelter.

He wasn't my cat, but I took him to the vet whenever he was sick.

He wasn't my cat, but I fed him and cleaned his litter box.

He wasn't my cat, but he slept in my bed every night.

He wasn't my cat, but I noticed he was getting skinny and he wasn't quite himself anymore.

He wasn't my cat, but I took him to the vet that final time; never knowing it would be the last.

He wasn't my cat, but I stroked his fur as he lay there as though peacefully sleeping and I told him he was a 'good boy.'

He wasn't my cat, but I truly miss him.