A year ago in February,
Is when I met a cat named Toby.
Curled up in a fluffy ball,
Atop scratching post.
Resting up against the wall,
Maybe missed by most.
Surrounded by his younger kin,
They played and jumped about.
While he chose instead to chill,
I knew there was no doubt.
This elder cat of sixteen years,
A Tabby with some wisdom.
For months he’s been just waiting here,
Yet no one would adopt him.
I didn’t care about his age;
In fact, it was sought after.
Even conditions with which he was plagued;
To me it did not matter.
Sure, he needs some medication.
Which I happily give him without hesitation.
He has helped me in times of stress.
Easing my pain and anxiousness.
In return I am happy to cuddle,
This little fluff monster that just loves to give nuzzles.
Bedsforth 