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Well, one cat on the ground has become less ...

She went to where many have already gone,

To the aunt of death (which everything is not enough).

We all live on its territory.

Eh, Maska ... This is a poem

It will be better for you than just my cry.

Sorry, I made a decision

To euthanize you. It turns out I am your executioner.

And these two girls .. one very young,

This was her first day at work,

Believe me, she herself is Okhuev

I looked at how you are in vomiting

Green, from lushing injections,

Made the last hellish sounds.

You did not understand these jokes,

It turns out that we have elapsed the torment.

The second, (also young, but with a big bust)

She did everything confidently, but somehow unpretentious.

Constantly repeated, worked out, with feeling

"Everything is fine ..." At the same time engaged in murder ...

So, these two girls, they performed,

And I made the decision. And you were gone.

They did not know you for twelve years,

And I knew you, and you did not expect ...

I thought, I would spare, at least once.

I didn’t spare ... This is not the first time with us ...

But you, a small tormented lump

I dropped into a cage with wet eyes.

They were waiting for this, these Babishchi!

Usually everyone is crying while they are doing their own business.

I left, leaving two thousand at the cash desk.

He came with you, and left with your body ...

Koshara, just don't think about them badly,

I just dump my guilt on someone.

I would be a man, not a sucker,

I would turn your neck or let it down.

Further for you was already a mystery,

And for me a farce, with a tragic slope:

In a dark forest, clutching you with a dead grip

I walked with your body, as with a mobile phone

It seemed to me that my heart was still pounding

But it was pounded by my frantic pulse. I was a brake.

And how else could I take care of you for the last time,

If not in the same way?

Do not leave you alive on the street

Still warm. I peered into your eyes, Masya ...

You looked like a dinosaur that squinted:

Eyes are yellow as that toxic mass

That does not see the difference between a cat and a man,

When it brings peace, deadly gifts.

You spent the first dead night with a garbage bag.

I went to Bowling, drive balls ...



The next day, having found a place

Where to bury you ... by the way, I don't understand

What was guided by then, honestly.

To make it more convenient? But more convenient to whom?

You don't care, I am too. This is a sign!

Nature itself offers to calm the means.

All dead cats look the same,

What I remember from early childhood.

He buried. Thumped. I didn’t invent anything new.

While digging a hole, I came across a fragment: bottles of the bottom.

I took it with me, then threw it into the urn.

Thanks to you, Masya, the forest has become cleaner.

So you lived not in vain ...