13 November 2012
Your presence we miss.
Your memory we treasure.
Loving you always.
In our thoughts forever.
I hate Tuesdays, you died on a tuesday.
You didn't know that, because you where asleep.
As you where killed, counting sheep.
Silently, not in pain.
But for me, felt like stomach to cain.
Unexpected, didn't know.
It was sad to see you go.
<3Bubble<3 i remember the feel of my hand in your fur.
You old crooked pur.
The way you hobbled around.
And made a terrible sound.
With you wine for food.
It did no good.
You where just a cat.
But when you died i cryed.
Because i had had you all my life.
Your death caused me strife.
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