Owners - Herb & Eileen Whiffen
Her name was Molly O, a little Scottish fold,
generous eyes that traced your steps, regal coat of white and gold.
A timid soul she'd not abide, a stranger we might let inside.
They would laugh and wonder at, "Did we really have a cat?"
There was little that she asked for, her demands were very few,
a brushing now and then, a high place with a view.
A scratch, a hug, a cozy spot where she could lay her head,
and if she had her druthers it was in the pillows of our bed.
The gifts returned were tenfold, in her own requited way,
nudges, bumps and countless rubs, each and every day.
Eyes that spoke of love, always watching, always there,
a loyal and silent friendship, a gift for us to share.
Nine short years she gave us and then she had to leave,
we held her close and kissed her, our time had come to grieve.
She passed away with tranquil grace, no longer feeling pain,
sleep in peace dear little friend, perhaps we'll meet again.
Somewhere birds are singing and gentle breezes flow,
somewhere there's a heaven. where noble creatures go.
A tranquil place she will embrace
our sweet and gentle Molly O.