Ever since we said goodbye to Ozzy on Tuesday, I’ve had a modified line from the absolute schmaltziest song in the world (okay, the second: “Havin’ My Baby” is number one) running through my head. So I finally bowed to the inevitable and wrote my lyrics to it.
Warning: sad and sappy
Watchin’ Ozzy Grow
(Music: Mac Davis / Lyrics: Me)
Tiny baby creepin’ on the rug
Chasin’ Uncle Bug
That’s our boy.
Ozz and Tenshi, close as they can be
Little Mini-Me
That’s our boy.
Bouncin’ off the walls and ridin’ shoulders
Drive-by wufflin’ noses on the go
Our Nutro-Burning Funny Kitten makes himself at home
And me and Dad are watchin’ Ozzy grow.
Sleepin’ in a sunbeam on the bed
Snuggled up with Fred
That’s our boy.
Sittin’ anywhere to warm his butt
He’s a little nut
That’s our boy.
Snuggling’s what he loves to do, wherever
Built for comfort, not for speed, he’s lyin’ low
But he’s still workin’ things all out behind those big green eyes
And me and Dad are watching Ozzy grow.
Time goes on and Ozzy’s slowin’ down
A more thoughtful clown
That’s our boy.
Sittin’ in the sink and gettin’ high
Our stoner guy
That’s our boy.
Even though we have to let him leave us,
We’re never truly gonna let him go.
As we share with him his final great adventure,
We’re glad that we could watch our Ozzy grow.
Ozymandias C. Nosewuffle
10/31/02 - 11/22/16
Uncle Bug was the older Burmese cat owned by the breeder when we first met Ozzy at four weeks old. He was kind of the kittens’ “nanny.”
Tenshi was our other Singapura, who we lost this past March.
Fred is Sonata, one of our Russian Blue girls.
And Ozzy wasn’t really a stoner–he just acted like one. And he loved catnip. 