Tigger I miss you lots,
I know your with Gran and Grampa in heaven,
But I can't last another week without a tear rolling down my cheek,
You were so kind,
So blind to the mean things,
You were sugar and spice and all things nice,
Not a mean old mangy cat,
But a kind old caring loving cat,
Which sat upon my lap,
Purring away,
While im watching T.V stroking your fur,
Although I can feel your bones,
I know your old your 18 Tiggs,
But you will always live on in our hearts,
Buried in the garden,
Once a week I go lay a flower on grave,
I love you Tigger,
We all do.