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Molly
A poem
Today our cat Molly,
has gone away
maybe to die.
She is a tabby
small, neat, clean
splayed after her first
kindle of kittens.
She loved Charlie,
our big black sloppy Labrador
she rubbed herself against him,
and watched him curiously
as he ate her food
rude boy…
After Charlie’s death,
she was rarely in the mood
for a collie/spaniel cross.
She seemed lost.
The vet said she had
an enlargement of the heart
which often proves fatal;
as it did for another friend of mine.










