Meg: September 2013

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Meg will not go quietly

Our cat who shared our lives

In subtle ways she’ll let us know

Her spirit still survives.

Her old habits still make us think

We hear a meow at the door

Or step back when we drop

A tasty morsel on the floor

Our feet still go around the place

The food dish used to be,

And, sometimes, coming home at night,

We miss her terribly.

And although time may bring new friends

And a new food dish to fill,

That one place in our hearts

Belongs to her…

And always will.

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