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I will wear soft gray sweatshirts
And a bandana over my silver hair
And
I will spend my social security checks
On wine and my cats.
I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair
And listen to my cats' breathing.
I
will sneak out in the middle
Of a warm summer night
And take my cats for a run,
If my old bones will allow...
When people come to call, I will smile
And nod as I show them my cats
And
talk of them and about them
The ones so beloved of the past
And the ones so beloved of today
I will still
work hard cleaning after them,
Mopping and feeding them and
Whispering their names
In a soft loving way.
I will wear the gleaming sweat
On my throat,
Like a jewel and I will be
An
embarrassment to all
Especially my family
Who have not yet found
The peace in being free
To have cats as your
best friends
These friends who always wait,
At any hour, for your footfall
And eagerly jump
to their feet
Out of a sound sleep,
To greet you as if you are a God.
With warm eyes
Full of adoring love and hope
That you will always stay,
I'll hug their necks
I'll kiss their dear sweet heads
And whisper in their very
special company
I look in the Mirror
And see I am getting old
This is the kind of person I am
And
have always been.
Loving cats is easy,
They are part of me.
Please accept me for who I am.
My cats appreciate my presence in their lives
They
love my presence in their lives
When I am old this will be important to me
You will understand when you are old
If
you have cats to love too.
~Author Unknown
GROWING OLD
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