The day you chose me.
Only four weeks old, you captured my heart like a feather lying on a cloud. So soft, so sweet and gentle
Her name was exquisite as if she were a newborn child all wrapped up with that fresh baby smell
Growing in life for her purpose was to protect me from myself, as I walked through years of heartache, struggles and pain
She saved me with a love that makes me complete and at peace every night as I drift off too that feather in the cloud
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Author:
Valerie Wilson (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My Emily, aka (Em-kats) was a rescued calico. I have had her since she 4 weeks old and she was my unconditional loving kitty cat for 20 years.No matter what she always snuggled with me every night in my happiest and saddest moments of my life. This is >one> of those sad moments. RIP little girl 7-2001-12-2020.
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Comments1
That's a tough one.
I think Emily definitely changed your life. 20 years is brilliant, and I'm sure the memories are great.
Yes, the memories will never fade away!
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