It's Hard To Say Goodbye

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That Toby Cat…

Hung out at Little Cottage…most of the summer…king of the backyard beasts…Mufasa wannabe…protecting his pride…from pesky rabbits…

Thinks he’s a great hider…actually is…a great hider…making his two favorite fans…laugh at his antics…smile at his greetings…melt…from his cuddles…

Spent hours nearby…early morning at the door…afternoon visits…late night…resting on the front porch…assume he goes home…in his absence…

And then…just like that…no Toby…many weeks now…no jingle of the collar when he runs…no little meow asking old folks outside…cuz the king…likes an audience…

Kind of want to text that phone number…on the back of the Toby tag…can Toby come out and play…wheeerrreee’sss Toby…is Toby grounded…

Heard a cat got hit up the road…that husband and I…worried for our friend…took a walk around the block…just to see…and there he was…

In the window of Toby’s house…on the back of the couch…he saw us…our eyes met…his head cocked…and then…he was gone…

But he was safe…and our hearts…were happy…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…