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Farewell sweet Lea
Mon chat Léa n'est plus. Vingt ans la main dans la patte. Ma petite muse anglophone a transformé mes larmes et mon chagrin en mots.
My dear Little Lea,
I walked with you to the end last Friday
The lethal injection that dimmed your golden eyes
Took part of my soul
And left me with nothing but a harrowing pain.
As I was holding your tiny head.
Death wrapped you in a cloak of dignity.
And took you away.
Little statue of Bastet.
I felt like a rustling of soft wings
And angels came to carry you
In full glory
To the other side of the rainbow.
I already miss you
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