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When I look down I know
there’s not much time left,
you’re wasting away in front of your bowl
while you look up into my eyes.
In my mind I hear you say: “I'm leaving.”
Stooping to pet your head
you purr and I say out loud:
“We’ve been together to long for me to let you go alone.”
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