The Purest Love
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At 22, her life still gave mine meaning
This feral kitten born inside a barn
In dark times, she was ever intervening
To bring smiles, she wrestled balls of yarn
When arthritis kept Katy from leaping
I picked her up and knew she’d soon meet fate
But still, she purred as I just sat by weeping
Till one morning, I opened the floodgate
I buried her beneath her favorite oak
A place where she’d spent many hours preening
And sure am I she never misses a stroke
From Angel Gabe whose arm she must be cleaning
*August 15, 2020
For Constance’s “All Pets Go to Heaven” contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2020
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