I had a cat,Not just any cat,My cat.  With little hands,I would stroke her fur, And she would purr into my heart.  I had a cat,Who's black fur turned gray,Who's purr grew quiet.  With hands,Not so little anymore,I pet her one last time.  Because everything leaves,And everyone grows,And I have learned, Goodbyes can hurt, But that's how you know,You've actually grown.