She sleeps on my bed, her private corner.
I am cold and she is warmer.

She's slept for years on that corner of the bed.
Of her loyalty, nothing bad can be said.

We've been together for sixteen years.
When she leaves me, it will be in a torrent of tears.

We know each others moods, inside and out.
I know her looks, whether it's a smile or a pout.

She sleeps and eats, but mostly sleeps.
She is old now and her rewards she should reap.

Constant companion she's been to me.
Without her I don't know where I'd be.

She sleeps on my bed, her private corner.
I am cold and she is warmer.

My cat Cali.