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I always looked for you when I came in, on the chair or in the closet.
I just looked in the closet even tho you're gone. Maybe it was a bad dream.
How long til I stop hearing you?
Your cough, your sneezing. You were ill, so I was hypervigilant. I always wanted to know where you were.
Even when you were here, I would think I heard you meow, and jump up, only to find you fast asleep.
At this time of day you would be very vocal telling me loudly to get off the computer and feed you.
On the last day one hour before I took you you showed great interest in the window, which you hadn't before. So I took you, wrapped in a towel, outside, and let you chew the grass. The people in the building asked me 'how are you?' and I said 'fine'. I didn't want to tell them about my broken heart. And you - they always said how pretty you are.
I would like you back - as sick and smelly as you were.
did I wait too long, or not long enough?
How long will I hear you scratching in the box? Even at the end you were so fastidious always used the box, always scratched on your board, always groomed yourself.
I wasn't wrong to wait. I was right. Until you were wobbly on your feet and you couldn't get into your chair.
This morning I thought I felt your weight in the bed.
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