Heres a little poem I made up about Mika. It may sound corny, but this is what I came up with, so here it goes: You were only 8 weeks, old - your story had yet to be told - the little fur ball that you were - your distinctive little purr - The laughter you brought us - How often you sought us - Your hide and seek games - We gave you nicknames - But in our hearts you will forever hold - A place of love that will never grow old.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 15:59:14 +0000