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My Big Buddy


(Note: This is not a picture of my cat. It's a picture of a cat that looks very similar.)

 

It was very sad when your life came to an end.
You weren't just a cat, you were also my friend.
You became my cat after you were born in 2002.
You were good to me and I was good to you.
You were black, white and gray.
I miss you because you passed away.
You made me feel better whenever I got upset.
You were my big buddy and you were a great pet.
You were very pretty and friendly too.
It was a privilege to have owned you.

 

[Dedicated to Sylvester (2002-2010) who died ten years ago today on September 17, 2010.)

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