My cat died the other day.

I cried like a baby.

I didn’t dare to touch her

For three days.

Somehow I thought by just

Ignoring the whole thing it

Would pass away

But it didn’t.

Now she is waiting for the garbage truck on the pavement.

I hated not being a Indian at that time.

Her name was Whitney by the way.

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