the swirly tail that lay so close to his thin, unloved frame
a tiny wheeze, a cough before he had a name.
what it was i do not know, my mom saw him first
she knew i needed one to fill the void, not nursed.
And so we took him home, in a blanket on mom's lap
he took to her gentle loving way and slept between the gaps.
we arrived home that november day and made him a bed
he slept and slept in mom's cozy room near her head.
i named him first, sam, but it never seemed to fit
we ran through others through the days
And sleep he would and still the cough and then
it just came-after all the sleep, twas apparent, Tucker was his name.
Tucker, Tuck, Furball, Furpants an endless list applied
He was our Tuck as luck would come and love was not denied.
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