OUR SHANDY

We’ll never hear that purr again
Or the scratching of your feet
Or see you playing with a mouse
On the far side of the street
To see you sit and clean your coat
Would put many a one to shame
And the way you would come running
When we called out your name
The way you chased the other cats
When they came around the door
The pleasure that you gave us
We’d remember ever more
We won’t forget you Shandy
For you’re always on our mind
Your suffering is over
Now a peaceful sleep you’ll find.

Nan Anderson