by Rachel Fuentes
Your fur was short orange silk.
Your fur absorbed salt water.
Your fur tasted better than mine..but thanks for cleaning mine anyway
Your fur was a beacon
Your fur was a clean soft pillow
Your fur looked good on black suits
Your fur is still part of my house
Your fur is in my side glanceand my dreams.
Your fur is before my blurry teary eyes.
Your fur was the prettist part of you. How strange then that I miss it least.