My Love

I have cried more on losing my cat
I remember
Than for any human

Humans
They had reasons to love
Less casual more formal

My cat had none
She came
Loved me to bits
And then
Left me a mess..

Nevertheless

She showered the purest form of love
I ever received
It wasn't for my body, 
nor my wisdom

She loved me for who I was
With no expectations, 
no compulsions

Yet, she left
Giving me a lifetime of love
In those few numbered days
For which
I forever remain grateful
Until my 
last breath..

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