I miss coming home to you, your eyes lighting up as you would dash across the room to greet me.
Stroking your neck and back while we sat on the couch.
You listened quietly as I told you about my day.
Cuddling next to me and offering love and strength all the times I cried.
Curling up next to me in bed and purring in my ear, your whiskers soft upon my cheek.
I loved you.
I still love you.
My childhood cat, Molly.
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