Date: Saturday, 22 March 2008 05:32 pm (UTC)
The poem is very sweet. I can still dig through some old clothes and find cat hair from Salsa. I also kept the blanket she died in...

Meanwhile, Robb is starting to shed a little. Naturally, it's his white hair, not the black. Black probably wouldn't show on my clothes.

Poetry is hard to write, I know. It's something you have to work at. Your prose is very poetic, as you say -- that's a talent in itself.

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