My Babies (part 1)
The first,
She was a beautiful,
Little girl with such unique,
Interesting markings.
I loved her.
She was my best friend.
If I was happy,
It seemed she would celebrate with me.
If I was sad,
She would purr to make me happy.
If I was upset,
She would keep her distance.
My girly-girl.
She hated the car,
But loved to go camping,
Just as much as I did.
But, one night at camp,
She disappeared.
She got out
And ran off somewhere I know not of.
I miss her.
My baby Oreo.
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