We lost our little girl, Smokey, whom we've had for 14 or 15 years now. She was the cat that kept all the other animals in check. I found these couple "haikus" in a sketchbook:
her grey black frame silent
as she stalks across the carpet
trees rustle in night breeze
I stumble out of bed
into the darkness of the hall
her claw reaches out
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