Oh Benedick, beloved feline friend,
The kitten who once batted at my head
To use my pillow, and who used to shed
The long white hairs that always used to lend
A touch of color to our couch, who'd spend
Whole days up on my mother's lap, and led
Us everywhere, slept on my parents's bed;
Can this be how your kitten-hours end,
Arthritic and unwilling, or unable,
To crawl up to the couch and take a lap,
Smell food and come to beg for what you want,
Or jump on the forbidden kitchen table
Always your favorite place to take a nap,
Quiet, stationary, old, and gaunt?
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