A pawprint in clay

All I have,

For everything.

A pawprint

In clay.

That's it.

Thousands of trinkets, toys, stuffies.

Folder upon folder of random junk.

Papers and pencils and packs of gum

Study lists, flashcards, photo albums, puzzles.

And all I have

For the tears, rolling down my cheeks

The way I know I will never recover

Never want another pet

Never, never again

All I have for all the memories

And how you've been here since birth

And how I've been your human kitten -

All I have.

A pawprint in clay.

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QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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