He’s a fighter. I see it in his face.
He has met life, with strength and grace.
I tell him, he is my very good friend.
Each day of sunshine is a dividend.
The doctors say he is one special case.
Each day with chemo, he is such an ace.
Cancer cells I want to erase.
No greater love I can extend.
He’s a fighter.
The king of cats with a lone stray’s birthplace.
His loss of hair is no disgrace.
And no one knows how it will end.
It’s something I can’t comprehend.
He’s a fighter.
A rondeau dedicated to my little Sir Thomas. He was a stray that now has a home with me. He has cancer but is doing very well.
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