The Last Meow, poetry by 
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Day 20 of 100 for 
The Last Meow
I remember our first meeting.
Your tentative search
for connection.
You made your home on the couch,
on the porch, in the sun.
And one day we both said hello.
And meant it.
You let me sit beside you,
and scratch that itch,
that never seems to go away.
I never knew your name,
but considered you a friend.
We would talk about nothing
to the depths of our souls.
I've heard it been said-
That all good things
must come to an end.
And so it was.
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