I will lend a cat to you
for awhile, God said.
For you to love her while she lives,
and mourn her when she's dead.

Maybe for twelve or fourteen years,
or maybe two or three.
But will you, 'til I call her back,
take care of her for me?

She'll bring her charms to gladden you;
and should her stay be brief,
you'll always have her memories,
as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise she will stay,
since all from earth, return.
But there are lessons taught below,
I want this cat to learn.

I've looked the whole world over,
in search of teachers true.
And from the folk that crowd life's land,
I have chosen you.

Now will you give her all your love,
nor think the labor vain,
nor hate me when I come to take
my cat back again?

It was then that we said
'Dear Lord, thy will be done.'
For all the joys this cat will bring,
the risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shelter her with tenderness,
we'll love her while we may.
And for the happiness we've known,
forever grateful stay.

But should you call her back,
much sooner than we'd planned,
we'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
and try to understand.

When our faithful bundle
departs this world of strife,
We'll have yet another cat,
and love her all her life.

||Author Unknown||






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