Dear Dorothy
The most beautiful, wisest cat ever to have walked the earth.
You left this planet yesterday,
plunging your humans into an abyss of grief we can only guess at.
You did pass gloriously long cat days in summer,
exploring the long grass in the back yard.
In winter time, while the Wellington wind lashed at the house,
and rain spattered the windows,
you lounged luxuriously on the mat in front of the fire.
When your humans returned home,
battered by the bats and bites of so called civilisation,
did heal, simply by your calm and loving presence?
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