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.
Awww….how beautiful.
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It sounds like she had a good life. Beautifully written.
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Thank you.
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