Obituary of Vesper Lynd Fullmer

Vesper

 

She wasn’t good at catching mice

One mouse ran through her legs, twice;

But as Grace trained her from a kitten

She excelled in being held;

We were beyond smitten.

 

Veronica rescued her in a barn;

And then once when she swallowed yarn

The vet saved her from being lost;

Even Dad didn’t complain at the cost.

 

Brother James nightly played the wild cat

Vesper was too dignified for that;

Every night she’d find her place

To fall asleep in bed with Grace.

 

The softest & whitest fur

Easy to love, easy to purr;

Her life was too short, but undefeated;

So she wasn’t cheated

We were.