When I am old and memory's threads

begin to ravel and come undone;

when friends become fewer,

drifting away like the dying sun,

then I shall remember you.

I shall remember the love you gave

that put a smile upon my heart

and many a tear on this old face

when it was time for us to part.

I shall remember you.

I shall remember winter afternoons

and sunny summer days

when nothing seemed to please us more

than our simple time at play.

Yes, I shall remember you.

I shall remember the first ball of fur

that came and whisker-tickled me

and settled down with a strident purr

in the circle of my arms.

After all these years, I still remember you.

I shall remember the last independent stare

who owned this master, heart and soul

and laid claim to my favorite chair

where we rocked together, growing old.

Now I sit alone, but I remember...

I remember those of the years between

each one so different yet each the same,

and each brings me comfort

when I whisper their names.

Yes, I remember each of you ....

Some think a cat isn't much of a pet

but these dear friends I shall not forget;

and as my autumn days

turn gray with winter's haze

I  shall remember you.

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