Missed
I sat there while he prepared his poison
Her scattered frame wrapped in her favourite towel
held together by her years of drool
her pain a broken meow
unrecognisable from those late nights
when her need for more food
was echoed in my ears
Hold her tightly her executioner whispered
No tighter had i held her
The needle slipped between skin and bone
counting her breaths
slowing as her eyes smiled at my own
and as tear pushed tear
my sweet Angel was gone
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