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I wrote this poem when I was nine years old. I would say that I was still under the rapture of having a new kitten; but my closeness with Copy lasted until her death when I was 14. Her death during a veterinary procedure was extremely upsetting to me; and I still find it amazing to realize that cats live to be very old even though I have now had five cats who have lived past the age of ten.
When I am alone,
I choose my cat
To keep me company.
She is so sweet
With all her blackness
And eyes of pretty green.
When she wakes up
Each and every morning,
She makes a funny meow
So sweet and so warming.
I love her so much
In all her ways,
She fills me with happiness
In all of my days.