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In Memory of Chocolate Mousse
Your hugs will be deeply missed.

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done
For this, the last battle can't be won.
You'd not want to suffer so
when the time comes, please let me go.
Hug me, stroke me, sing to me
until my eyes no longer see.
I know, in time that you will see,
It is kindness that you do for me.
Although my tail, it's last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Smile, for we walked together 
for a little while.
         1991 - 2002

Such a work of art in your prime!


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