Clear blue eyes,
with a knowledge so deep.
Vibrant with energy,
not muted even by sleep.1
Soft, downy fur,
as white as the snow.
Warm as bright sunshine,
rustling with a gentle flow.2
But now her eyes are dark,
slow and sad with pain.
Now her energy is slow,
kept captive with a chain.3
Her soft fur is coarse,
moving with harsh heaves.
Her ribs show through her skin,
As deeper delve the thieves.4
Cancer steals her life,
taking away her breath.
Gradually it makes her weaker,
leading her towards death.5
But no matter how she looks,
no matter if she dies.
She’ll live on always in my heart,
as she soars above the skies.6
I love you, Bella.7
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Very beautiful, but sad. I'm so very sorry to hear about your kitty bella. It's never easy when a pet gets sick and/or has to put down. My thoughts are with you hon. Take care.
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Thank you, I know it has to happen but it doesn't make it any easier.
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This is a very emotional poem, and though I hardly know you, I'm so sorry about your cat, Bella. I know what it is like to lose a pet (I've lost 6 or 7 dogs and almost 15 cats in my lifetime). My favorite cat ran away and was found as roadkill a three days later... right in front of my house.
The poem is very, very good. The rhythm is nice and the flow is great. Here is a tip for you: Each line of a poem should start with a capital and end with either a comma, period, question mark, or exclamation point.
Good job, continue writing, and good luck,
RayneFall
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Thank you.
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Oh No!
Is Bella sick with cancer? I thoought you just got her.
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That's terrible. I'm guessing she's the cat in your picture. Too young to be taken away.
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She's not four months old yet, but it's fatal. We're going to have to put her down tomorrow.
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Oh god. I'm close to crying myself. When we had to put Zoe down it was horrific and she had lived for 18 years.
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You have no idea.
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