Protector of the weak,
Strength as an oxen,
Never too low to be bleak,
A purring companion,
Fuzzy and warm,
Warming of a thousand bees,
Too many from this gentle swarm,
The loving touch,
The eventful memories,
The splendid long nights,
And the similar enemies,
The end comes like this,
The warmth had never left,
The hand and it's friend,
Had become a beautiful cleft.
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