In Memory of Maggie
A pussy-cat who was the household pet for seventeen years.
Naught but a little cat, you say;
Yet we remember her,
A creature loving, loyal, kind,
With merry, mellow purr;
The faithful friend of many years,
Shall we not give her meed of tears?
Sleek-suited in her velvet coat,
White-breasted and bright-eyed,
Feeling when she was praised and stroked A very human pride;
A quiet nook was sure to please Where she might take her cushioned ease.
Little gray friend, we shall not
Ashamed to grieve for you;
Many we know of
Are not so fond and true;
Dear puss, in all the years to
We'll keep your memory loyally.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
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