was sitting on the corner of the table surrounded by bulging eyes thoughts that cut. Slowly he moved his nostrils to enjoy the rays entering the window, but only briefly. It was time to change, so he got up stretching his body and playing with the language. He did this every time I approached him and stroked the first to see it slip away.
between his fingers a piece of heaven tidied up by large eyes still trying to amaze me.
I loved my cat.
I loved him like a part of me.
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