When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older, too.   Aaah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you.

Sweet loving boy who will blossom with some TLC. Loves his food (any food). One of our volunteers cat tested Bailey recently and she would call him cat friendly since he showed very little interest in her cat.

I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings, go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?

She thinks that he might have lived with a cat before but we are unable to confirm that with any certainty. Bailey's ears perked up when he saw her cat and he decided once to sniff him just a little bit, but other than that he didn’t seem to care much about him. Just a gentle, easy-going guy.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?

He rides well in the car and adapts well to new situations. 

This boy would like to know what it's like to be in his own forever home again.