SnookieMy life is empty and here is why

I loved someone once who was wicked and sly

Loving and charming and sweet as can be

Who else but my Snookie could that be?

His purrs would sound with sweet delight

And we would love both day and night

To play and cuddle and sit and look

Never such looks as I got from my Snook

So till I am very old and grey

No-one can take his place away

From where he stays still in my heart

Playing forever in his golden years


I haven’t got any words for someone so silky, so loving, so beautiful except one – Snookie.

That word meant love and youthful joy and innocence and all the good things we should all be.

He would follow Mum and I around and just enjoy being in the same room as us.  When my mother was recovering from an operation back at home and the Care Nurse from the hospital came to put Mum through her exercises, Snookie would follow them everywhere to make sure the nurse wasn’t harming Mum.  He’d follow Mum step for step up and down the stairs.

Once he knew we didn’t need him there, he’d then go out.

He once reached up from my lap to put his arms round my neck to give me a hug.  No other cat has done that before.  He was a very special little boy. 

And he had his own chair – which just happened to be the two-seater settee! 

Any visitor who came into the house was warmly greeted and investigated - he met a Nun whose wimple was baffling to him – and my best friend’s 3 year old boy fascinated him. Snookie followed him all round the house and wanted to smell his head.  Someone so small must have been so intriguing to him.  They played ball all afternoon together very nicely.

I just can’t believe he’s gone.

No-one could wish for a more caring, charming creature than him.  God bless him.

Snookie seemed to understand when I needed comfort or was tired or when things weren’t quite right and was always there with a cuddle. 

He was a true friend to both Mum and I.

Trudi Rosie (UK)

A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure

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