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Rated: E · Poetry · Pets · #1918156
This is a poem about when my cat was still alive, but suffering from hairballs.
(For both of my recently buried cats)



I was talking to my cat

When she was feeling sick.

I told her that I loved her,

And that I'd do my best

To make her pain go "SCAT".

Purring, she gave my hand a lick.



My mom was watching by the door,

And saw the pain in my eyes.

She knew that I was feeling sad

And knew just what to do.

She came and joined us on the floor.

"She knows... when your loved, time flies."
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