The Sixth Sense
This lovely little cat has been my friend for a long time.
I have never been so worried as I am today.
It is time. He is about to leave this world.
He is really old and, you know, sickness comes with age.
To be honest, I just wish I am strong enough to see him leave,
But I do not think I am prepared for that, though.
So sad. I wish there could be another way.
If you have pets, you know what I am talking about.
Some people do not understand what pets mean to their owners.
In fact, a beloved pet has a father or a mother; not an owner.
My kitty cat has always been a son to me.
Does he know what is happening, I wonder?
Does he understand I am in pain for him?
Is sixth sense part of your amazing being, my dear kitten?
I hope you understand my life will never be the same without you, Falco.
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