Feelings of Nostalgia

Behind the drawer, his body lay
Empty, limp, and dry
When held, his limbs flopped placid
All his life was squeezed from him wry.

With sympathy, I let him bathe with me
And with an instant, he was reborn
The water brought new flesh to his skin
And the smile back, looking on with adorn.

Backstroking with floating paws and chest
Floppy blue ears and soft stitched smile
And when relaxing, he laid on me
The weight of him upon my breast.  

As the tub emptied, his happiness drowned
I wrung out his soul with the water.
He sits now alone in the corner
Not even enough life in him to frown.