The Warrior

She was born in 2004,
And here in 2021
I look back
And can’t imagine what my life would be like
Without her.

I could document 
Here,
A litany of memory,
Or simply note
How outsize
A role
She played.

Has played.

Is playing.

The ending is not yet written.

I don’t want
To get
Ahead
Of myself.

Not with her.

A world without her
Is impossible 
To conceive,
Not merely
In mortal realms,
But for the immortal ones,
For she took permanent residence 
Long ago.

So no,
She is not just a cat.

And never was.

Such is the role
Of a pet.

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