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Old Ming When cats get old And through with life They never seem to fret We’re the ones who cry and carry on They just look at us With discerning eyes Like a million times before Leaving us to wonder what they know |
Additional Notes:
My niece's cat passed away at 18.
She's 21 and can't remember not having
Ming.
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