In memory of..

Tom

Died 27th October 2004

	You came into our lives and hearts One day in early spring. Creeping On paw pads that dare not trust Even the ground on which they stepped, Much less the endurance of love That all your long years had failed you so.
	Through the summer, your little paws Followed Flossie and Inky amongst the flowerbeds; Found the plum tree to sharpen your claws; And you shared our evenings in the summerhouse. Yet ever wary, fearful and always quick to return To the safety of your upstairs kingdom.
	At night I'd hear your gentle paws Quietly creep out of the back room into ours. Feel you step upon the ottoman and then Glide softly down the bed towards me, still fearful, Hoping, yet too timorous to believe that in my arms You were always welcome.
	During those nights we shared awake, Whilst beside us Trevor slept, murmuring in his sleep, "Is that Tom? It's okay, Tom," you'd purr, Curled in the crook of my arm, whilst I stroked Your head, comforting you, telling you I'd be there. Always.
	Then you began to wait that time That was especially yours. Running down the stairs, Your little eyes speaking the unspoken, "Mummy, it's half past ten! Come to bed. Come cuddle me!" And I'd rise and follow you Up the stairs and smile as you purred upon the bed.
	But autumn came and so did yours, I watched your little body begin to waste As the disease took its hold. Oh Tom! I'd have saved you if I could! But I am not God! And though I fought, it was time for you to go, And I had not the power to stop the summoning of death!
	Now winter is approaching, and you are home, We've all said our last goodbyes; let you rest On your favourite beds one final time, And buried you, deep, deep where neither fox Nor spade will ever disturb you. Safe, Tom! Safe! Forever, in your garden and in our hearts.
	Christine Barham