In Memory of Nipper

“Nipper”

The third step is empty now
Our house a little more silent
less her familiar , "meow".

Sixteen years of our family’s life
she shared and endured as a friend
purred through joy, sorrow and strife.

“She likes to talk”, the vet declared
“ must be a little Siamese there”
under her gray fur hat squared

Nip, a feline of expression,
calico patterns on white snow.
Her striped tail tapped emotions.

Beauty robed her warrior valor.
As huntress, she is now legend.
As was her social demeanor.

In portrait and memory she lives.
Nipper, a unique family friend,
taught all what a pet can give,
purred her devotion to the end.