Patient pet, I’m her patient pet.
She feeds me, she loves me, takes me to the vet.
Been waiting all day, and she’s not home yet.
I’m her patient pet.
I wake her in the morning with a kiss on her forehead.
I’ve slept all night beside her, on her pillow, in her bed.
She kisses me and pats me, says, “Mommy’s going to work.”
Oh how I wish she would just stay here, hold me all day, and shirk.
All through the day, I’m patient, and quietly I wait.
I hope she comes home on time tonight. I hope that she’s not late.
At last I hear the turning of her key in the front door.
She is everything that I’ve been waiting for.
She says, “I’ve thought about you all day.”
She knows I feel the same.
She gets out the ball for fetch,
And we play my favorite game.
I love it when we eat ice cream in front of the TV.
I am her prince, and she is a princess to me.
One day, she went to the hospital early in the morn.
When she didn’t come home that evening, I felt so lonely and forlorn.
When she finally got home, I grabbed and held on tight.
I didn’t let her go again, through the day or through the night.
I love her and I need her, and I know that she needs me.
I am the softest part of her life that can ever be.
You see, I’m the last thing that she got from her dad.
So I spend every single day making her feel glad