My 17 year old cat finally came to his end; I can't say I don't miss him, foolish as it is.
You wore your neuroses Like badges of Honor: A Non-Apology creature, - Like certain Candidates I know - Never a trip to the Vet's; I valued the flesh of my arms too much - Never outside; Except to eat grass Throw up inside, Despite it all, A life stubbornly lived Into profound old age; Most spent asleep. - This is your legacy; of which I'm sure you were perversely proud. Thus, one day After 17 years of pure existence You passed on while climbing the stairs. Maybe one day I'll follow, Slipping away between My lower and upper worlds; Halted midway between Past and Present. Maybe we'll meet one day in the middle, Old friend; Never think no one grieves for Thee.
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