Ode to the Mouse that was a Jerry

Oh dearest dearest of mices
Why did thou leave me alone?
I have no mouse to hold me,
and keep me nice and warm.

Here you lived for 3 long years
and many memories did make
Of running in your mouse ball
And escaping cat intake.

But now you're hard and lifeless
your whiskers do not twitch
Old age has claimed it's toll
and stolen lifes last wish.

Poor Jerry mouse...