#since i went to sleep at 12 but theyre sick too (the hum of sickness) so obviously theyd be tired but i cant help but be angry

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Soon all the white fur will be gone

Off of all our clothes and

Off of the couches

And off of the bed

With the hums of sickness

The cold of the season

A wet spot is left

At the end of the bed

With changes so sudden

And chances lost

My legs twitch at the feeling

Of the wet spot

At the end of the bed

Grief unheard

Grief blocked off

Grief, confusion

There's loose fur in my throat

Or it feels just that scratchy

The dryness doesn't help

This home that is stuffy

My arms are cold

And he can't lay next to me

I wish that health were controlled

So I could have my baby

That wet spot

Of pedialyte and spit

Even though it's just a dot

My mind is obsessed with it

Was it a lack of attempt

In this day and a half

A feeling of contempt

Or regret at this kitty print autograph

How to move forward

How to move back

Of his wet spot he left

I have my own

At the top of the bed