Verse 1 We had a house full of quiet lives, Soft paws crossing the years, Mostly cats, a couple of dogs, And memories that still stay near. First was Tigger, orange and bright, A tabby born to stand her ground, Female fire with a piercing cry That sent the tomcats running out. Verse 2 She never lost an ear to the night, Never backed down, never bent, Aloof at first, then older and warm, A heat-seeker, time well spent. She’d follow you through the park out front, Like she’d chosen you for life, A loyal shadow, step for step, No leash, no need, no strife. Chorus Some love doesn’t speak, doesn’t ask, doesn’t roam, It curls up quietly and calls you home, Through changing years and fading light, They stay with you, night after night. No grand goodbye, no final plea, Just loyalty, purring endlessly. Verse 3 There was a Siamese from the pound, Peculiar, distant, kept her space, Not the cuddling kind of cat at all, But she lived her years in her own grace. Then Bruce went south to Costa Rica, And left one heart behind, Tica came to stay with me, Eighteen years of borrowed time. Verse 4 Tigger lived eighteen years too, So count it slowly, let it sink— Thirty-six years of cats beside me, More than most people think. They weren’t loud, they didn’t boast, They just stayed when others went, A presence felt, not announced, A long companionship well spent. Chorus Some love doesn’t speak, doesn’t ask, doesn’t roam, It curls up quietly and calls you home, Through changing years and fading light, They stay with you, night after night. No grand goodbye, no final plea, Just loyalty, purring endlessly. Verse 5 We had dogs too—Tassy the first, A fox terrier, sharp and loud, Yapping, barking, never still, Announcing herself proud. When she went, another came, Tassy Two, the same refrain, Then Brian’s shepherd, big-pawed, strong, Digging holes where lawns once lay. Verse 6 Tied up barking when Brian was gone, Earth torn wide by restless feet, Until another home was found, A better place, more room to breathe. But in the end, the ones that stayed, The ones that mattered most to me, Were Tigger and Tica— Quiet queens of loyalty. Outro No medals won, no records kept, Just years measured in shared time, Warmth on a lap, a following step, Lives woven gently into mine. They’re gone now, but they taught me this: Some love doesn’t need to speak— It just stays.
