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Booties (Version 1)
Booties is dead.
I saw him go in peace.
His eyes locked with mine.
He was calm and innocent.
Not a meow or a flinch.
He seemed to lay lifeless on the table even before injected.
His tumor now the size of an eggplant.
His body frail.
He wasnt able to drink for days.
A 22 pound cat now a 4 pound skeleton.
His bony structure unstable on four feet.
His drive to explore still there.
Curious as can be.
Dehydrated into nothingness.
A decomposing filth.
His stench was an invitation to death.
Now dead.

 2001 David Greg Harth