A soft bed in the corner,
A dish beside the door;
Bells and balls and catnip toys,
Scattered on the floor.
A bowl of fish or chicken,
Every Single Day;
A tummy full, not empty,
For this Dear Lord, I pray.
Please guide me heavenly Father,
Somewhere above the sky,
To a place to call my own,
That’s safe and warm and dry.
A gentle hand to smooth my fur,
A lap to call my own,
Being loved and cherished,
And never more alone.
Friends are like the stars that glow in the sky...
you don't always see them,
but you know they're always there overhead,
and even when it's cloudy, snowy or stormy,
even when the power goes out and you're trapped in darkness,
they'll always find a way to shine through to you.
― Rebecca McNutt