Smokey the Cat (A Song About Dealing With the Death of a Loved One)

She’s half deaf and half blind, she’s a good cat of mine.
She hasn’t been the same since her brother died,
but neither have I, have I.
She’s all skin and bone, needs to put on some fat,
Smokey the Cat.
She’d hunt all day and night, come back with mice,
bring’em to the house while they were still alive,
some playful price,
be awhile till they die.
But she’s too old now, to do any that,
Smokey the Cat.
She and her brother fight, they’d scratch and bite, but they loved each other,
but her brother died, and that ain’t right,
that he died.
Beth says, she feels alone, that she’s ready to go,
and that’ll be that,
Smokey the Cat