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SHELBY

Every morning I awake at the dawn, my head full of misty dreams. For a few blissful seconds, my brain's on sorn, before the silent scream. There's no comforting weight upon my hip, or on my chest or hip. I hear, "Good morning, darling," leave my lips, but the words now fall like lead. Sometimes I'm sure I hear a ghostly reply. Sometimes I'm sure you're near. But the pain is greater than the lie. There's only silence here. Your bowl lies, empty, on the ground. The blue reminds me of the sky. No longer will your paws pad around, or comfort me when I cry. A celebration of when you where born, awaited you that day. But at the morning chorus, you were gone, and all colour drained away. My hands ache to feel your soft fur. My heart to feel your love. My ears to hear your rumbling purr, reserved for angels up above. I pray to God to keep you safe. To hold you in his embrace. And I will treasure the love you gave, and your memory for always.

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