grew grotesque with age.
At eighteen
much of his fur had fallen out.
His coat was covered with
skin cancer sores--
oozing constantly.
What fur was left reminded me of feathers
on some strange bird
without the power of flight.
Like a bird, too,
his bones stuck out every way.
His cataract coated eyes stared
off into the distance.
One day he did take flight.
I think he has a warmer coat now....
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