Goodbye little friend

They say friends come in all shapes and sizes,

You certainly were proof of that.

I never thought we’d all fall quite so in love,

With such a funny old cat.

Wherever we were, you’d be there.

At home or out for a walk.

You’d come to visit our relatives,

Such tales to tell if cats could talk.

Playing was your specialty,

But you also loved a good fuss.

You’d happily make friends with strangers,

But your favourite was being with us.

Don’t tell me that children don’t need pets,

I can easily prove that they do.

We’re so sorry that you had to leave us,

Life just won’t be the same without you.

 

“Bagpuss gave a big yawn and settled down to sleep.

And of course when Bagpuss goes to sleep all his friends go to sleep too.

The mice were ornaments on the mouse-organ,

Gabriel and Madeline were just dolls.

And Professor Yaffle was a carved wooden bookend in the shape of a woodpecker.

Even Bagpuss himself once he was asleep was just an old, saggy cloth cat.

Baggy, and a bit loose at the seams.

But Emily loved him.”

Goodnight Jamer, thanks for being our Bagpuss. We all love you and miss you. Sweet dreams.