Go for it Gabby. Those are the truest words I could think of. Each one of mine has there own personality and gives me more joy than I can say. Attached is a poem I made one morning around 2am ... the reason I was up is obvious in the poem.
The Joys of being a Foster Mom
You whiz on the furniture, and pooh on the floor
I keep telling myself, I can?t take this no more.
You bark and you chew, you take up all of my time
Why do I keep doing this, I must be out of my mind.
You sleep in the bed, you take all of the room
I keep telling myself, you?ll get to sleep soon.
I toss and I turn, you shove and you snuggle
Why do I keep going thru all of this trouble.
I turn to the left, then I turn to the right
You have the whole bed, I?m too tired to fight.
I climb out of bed, stub my toe and say ouch
I finally give up, I?ll go sleep on the couch.
I?m finally comfy, I pat myself on the back
Now what?s that I feel, oh darn it?s the cat.
Now there?s purring going on, right by my ear
What made me decide, to come out here.
There?s got to be a place, that?s animal free
Where is it at, oh where could it be.
I guess I must be crazy, to put up with all this
But if I didn?t do it, look at all I would miss.
I?d have a clean house, get a good nights rest
But all things considered, which is the best.
When you give me a kiss, and you snuggle real tight
Then that just seems to make, everything right.
So I?ll climb back in bed, give you each a small pat
It sure beats sleeping, on the couch with the cat.
Marion
