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Midred is 19 Years Old, Oh and A Cat.

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She has the old
worn
feeling.

Fur getting old,
falling off the bone.

Sleeping twenty hours
food dish barely touched.

Mildred was an old star,
I can feel it in her bones.

The way her eyes still shine,
the way she reacts.

Mildred,
you know,
you will never be adopted.

No matter how many times I tell you,
"I love you."
You've never been out of a
five inch cage.

Mildred, when you bite,
you can't break skin.

When you lick,
your tongue turns to dust.

Though,
there is something special about you.

The green and golden sparkles,
in lively eyes.

The way you wait for me.
When I walk in,
and rumble low,
like my air conditioner.

Mildred.
You don't have much longer.
I wrote this,
because I love you.
I volunteer at my animal shelter. I love Mildred, she waits in this cage near the front, watching other cats and dogs getting adopted. I just want to scoop her up in my arms and take her home.

Doesn't everyone?

My mom doesn't want another cat, she hates animals. That's why I volunteer.
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CopperCaramel's avatar
awwwws i love old cats<3 poor mildred