At first, we kept you in the kitchen
With little baby fences
In a short time, you made it clear
You were born to be a princess
Glenn’s lap became your daily throne
And you ruled your world with ease
When we brought home our chicken bowls
You preferred the broccoli
You followed us to bed at night
Warming up my cold, cold feet
Then you talked to us at 5 A.M.
About something to eat
And oh, the dog hair everywhere
Creating quite a mess!
Even free-floating in the air
Landing on my Sunday dress
I know you’re up in heaven
Unchained and running free
For now, I stay down here below
With just your memory
If you thought we might forget you
You need not ever worry
‘Cause every time you cross my mind
My heart feels kind of “furry”