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Apr 2020
The grim look he gave me was more than enough,

The time ticking down never felt right.

Dawn came, only that it wasn't soon enough.


His soft purring would never be heard again.
Goodnight, beloved feline.
Goodnight, sweet rascal.

August 2017.
Batchelor
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