Frosty’s apartment door stood open wide
Alarmed, at once he rushed inside
Where were Patches and Tigger, his cats?
Did they run outside, those darling brats?
He called and searched to no avail
But at last saw Tigger’s fine black tail
Hanging over the edge of his favorite chair
Frosty renewed his hunt for Patches’ lair
Passing his bed he noticed it crumpled
“I made up my bed, it can’t be rumpled”
He moved the spread, saw a furry gray ball
“Meow, you know we won’t run into the hall
Leaving good food, a warm home, and our Dad
We’ve grown old together and to part would be bad.”
Pets in a retirement community are
part of health care for many residents.
To adore and be adored by our pets is
a benefit that can’t be ignored.
Virginia L. Wylie