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little pegasus

Marleeeey, I've got something for ya
Tut tut tut tut
Come here boy

I wish I could call for you one more time
Hear your collar clinging, running to the sound of treats
Clattering on the floor along with your claws

I wish I could feel your breath, hold your toes
Rub your chin, brush your fur one last time
I miss your weight on my chest

I miss feeling paralyzed by your cuteness
Commanded not to move to make the most
Of the priceless moments of your touch

I wish life wasn't tragic
But tragedy is part of life
And death is a tragedy 

The comedian in all of us wants to rage 
Set fire to the absurdity of it all 
Why do we endure all this pain

Because there's so much more than pain
We also have joy and love and peace
The pleasure of a back scratch is worth it all

Thank you for all of your snuggles
Your mischievous self interest
As innocent as my children's smiles

I can hear you in the rumble of the world
Traffic echos, music whines, and I feel you
I miss you already, my little mythical creature

The Medusa on her neck will always remind me
That you were there for her before I could be
She was mother to you before she birthed our family

You were my companion when I was all alone
Battling the chimeras of my mind
There to lift my spirits whenever I needed you

When we sparred, I felt I saw the wild in you
I wanted you to be feline to the fullest
And our Philonoe loved me all the more for it

I know you're in peace on the other side
We spared you fear and panic
Bidding farewell after your favorite kind of days

Your scent lingers in the memory of your touch 
I want to find you hiding, I want to go looking
I know you're gone, but I don't want to believe it

We could see you were ready the long sleep
We weren't ready to let you go
And then they told us it was time

Tug on that leash on my heart, won't you?
Purr into my soul, snuggle into the depths of me
Cry out in my ears, scratch and bite so I always feel you

I'm never letting you go, even as we move on
You helped form these best years of our life
And I'll keep our lady safe for you now that you're gone

I promise to give her my best, to keep her close
I may give her a long leash to have all her fun
But she'll always be warm with me in the morning

Goodbye Handsome, my little buddy, my fuzzy guy
Your big heart beats on in ours
Filled with love from sharing space and time

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