George - Poem by Randy Johnson
When I found him this morning, he was stiff and cold.
I lost my cat who was nearly twelve years old.
He was so precious and dear.
His death has saddened me and brought me to tears.
He was a lovely feline who was solid white.
I stroked his fur as he sat in my lap one final time last night.
He's always had a good home and for that I'm glad.
But his death is tearing me up because it's so sad.
I no longer have him and that's something I regret.
I couldn't have asked for a better pet.
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