Loss
Pick the spools up from the floor,
What was velvet shod, and gay,
Will not want them, any more.
What was warm, is strangely cold.
Whence dissolved the little breath?
How could this small body hold
So immense a thing as Death?
Sara Henderson Hay
What was warm, is strangely cold.
Whence dissolved the little breath?
How could this small body hold
So immense a thing as Death?
Sara Henderson Hay
My darling slow cat Phoebe, who loved me dearly, was savaged by pit
bulls and died 30 minutes later at the vet's. I never took a picture of
her. I wanted to take revenge but I put it aside. I will miss her
forever and my heart has a cat shaped hole in it. The neighbor who let
this happen was, is, worst than trash and her life is a nightmare she
will never wake from.
But I would rather have Phoebe back than ever so much revenge.
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