Tigger-Boo came to us in the night, in sleet and rain.
He left us in the night, in his sleep.
He chose us and captured our hearts.
He was a fierce hunter, the scourge of rats and voles.
At home he was sweet, patient and gentle.
He gave us his love freely and generously.
He brightened our lives immeasurably.
He contracted FIDS and his decline was heart-breaking.
I cannot express the joy his friendship gave us,
nor the emptyness his passing leaves.
--
Under the Mercy,
Paul & Dorita Baker
