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dreams of puff





the nights are when i miss you most

your scruffy hair scratching my neck


little tip toes and nudges

sandpaper tongue kisses


your deep knowing eyes

and outstretched paws


the blissful smile you'd get

as you gently purred me to sleep


time has chosen to take you from me

the empty place, it can't be filled


i will remember you young

and strong and full of life



for miss xine and her puff