Andy Dixon
April 15, 1985 - November 28, 2005

For my precious kitty, "Andy"- rescued as a newborn at Amoco Oil Company
Wydell Dixon

You close your eyes and see my face, and think of times I made you laugh,
The love we shared, the bond we had, the special way I needed you -
The friendship shared by just us two.

The day's too quiet. The world seems older. The wind blows now a little colder.
You gaze into the empty air and look for me, but I'm not there.
I'm in heaven and I watch you. I see the world around you too.

I see little souls wearing fur (some who bark and some who purr),
Born unwanted and unloved. I see this and more from up above.
I watch them suffer. I see them cry. I see them lost. I watch them die.

I see unwanted thousands born -and when they die, nobody mourns.
These little souls wearing fur (some who bark and some who purr)
Are castaways who - unlike me -will never know love or security.

A few short months, they starve and roam.
Or, they're caged in shelters. No one takes them home.
They're special, too -fur balls of pleasure, filled with love,
Each one's a treasure.

My pain and suffering came to an end.
So don't cry for me, my person, my friend.
But think of the living - those souls with fur
(Some who bark and some who purr).
And though our bond can't be broken apart,
Make room for another in your home and your heart.

--from "Sorrow,"
Author Unknown