Soft
soft fur
fat cat
from twenty pounds
to ten
at twelve years old
and still a fat cat
in my mind
with baggy skin
who can't eat
and softer fur
protuding bones
watery eyes
watches the screen door
he's an inside-only cat
croaks for kibble
too hard to swallow
old
cancerous--hacks when he purrs--poor thing
pupils uneven
brain trauma?
my fat cat
ears perk
soft
euthanize soon
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