Tabby is now in a place that is made of gold,
Heaven, a place where never we do grow old,
but one answer I have not heard at all,
will there too be paw prints from my me?
She promised us joy right from the start.
I just wonder if she'll be a part.
So as I sit here and dream of the day,
In heaven she will the Ginger Saint willstay?
When you're walking down with the Saints of old,
glimpse expectantly of that new road,
and if there Tabby shall see,
maybe too a paw print just for me.
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