I have something I must confess.
The cat that was taken away by the stray dogs
The cat that we found, dying in a corner
The cat that we brought to the vet immediately
The cat that we all spent a month's pay on
The cat that we watched slowly recover
The cat that grew in our care
The cat that spent so many years together
The cat that brought so much joy
The cat that everyone loved
The cat that, on a sleepy night, was taken away
By the stray dogs
I have something I must confess.
The cat wasn't dying in a corner for no reason
The taxi to the vet wasn't stalled by anybody
The medicine didn't go missing so many times into thin air
The cat didn't recover so slowly because of its weak body
The cat was afraid of everyone for too long not because it was scared of all humans
The cat didn't suffer so many illnesses throughout those years for no reason
The cat couldn't enjoy itself here not because of the food or bed
The cat that...
Not everyone loved.
The cat that, on a frightful night, was taken away
I have something I must confess.
The cat was hurt because of me.
The taxi driver was hit by me.
The medicine was downed in the drain by me.
The cat was poisoned by me.
The cat was abused by me.
The cat was experimented on by me.
The cat couldn't enjoy itself because of me.
The cat that wasn't loved
By me.
The cat that, on an anticipated night, was taken away,
By me.
But would it matter anyway?
Since all of you are dead
Because of me.
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