Short Story: Mottie

Short Story: Mottie

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When you were born you were different, disabled and no one wanted you

I kept you for that reason, even so my love for you was nothing else than true

You became my darling, my favourite and your love showed me you knew

Through the years, so small you stayed, so fragile you were, my worries for you grew

More tragedy was on your path when you got blood pressure and lost your sight,

So sick you were though my love and voice you have never forgot

Even with all these things nothing got in your way, a real fighter you remained

Victory was yours in life, love and with other cats winning battles you gained.

With age, so beautiful you became, bigger and stronger at last

So loveable you remained, oh how fast the years have passed.

More than often you spoke to me, loved me in ways no one understood

One last time you did that for me, and now rest your head underground and wood

From this place you have gone, leaving me with heartache and pain.

Your love for me and my love for you will forevermore remain.