My One and Only Orange

The first day I met her, she was in a drain

She was indeed crying in vain

Felt pity on her, luckily it didn't rain

I plan to keep her, so I named her Orange 

Way more friendly than Milky

Never walk away from me

Always want to be hugged

Like to lick the milk in a mug

Lately she preferred to watch others eating

I didn't know it's a sign of her heart to stop beating

Her last day with me, I was bathing her

Blow her from head to tail; chased her around to comb her fur 

Next morning I woke up, she was dying

Took the last breath, she left me crying
19/12/2011 little orange died in my arms
At least I tried to make her comfortable and calm
In another life I would make Orange stay
So I don't have to say she was the one that got away