Curled up, arm out stretch, fist clenched.

The pain, never ending.

His furry little face comes up, checking her out,

as if to say, You okay?

He figures she’s not,

so he finds a little pocket,

against her in her fetal shaped curve.

He starts to purr and

brings her some warmth.

Finally, she relaxes her hand,

soothed by his comfort.

Slowly, she finally drifts to sleep.

Isn’t it amazing when pets know we don’t feel well and try to make us feel better?

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