A Life

She’d wrestled and cried

and purred and loved,

and was loved

and bit and clawed

(mostly in play)

(mostly)

and then gave a sigh and closed her eyes

just for a moment

just to rest

(just for a moment)

before giving up the fight to live

started seventeen years ago.

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