Sweet Little One

I try not to think,
About her much.
How her fur was soft,
And warm to touch.
How she she slept,
Beside me in my bed,
And rubbed me,
With her little head.
I try not think,
Of my little one,
It hurts my heart.
Tears always come.
My darling cat,
No longer mine.
Sweet little one,
I left behind.
Have I vanished
From your memory?
Or do you try,
Not to think of me?

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