Our Beloved Cat, Steak'ems

In September, we were married; A month later, our child was buried. Though I didn't carry her in my womb; She was surely the daughter of myself and my groom. What completely isn't funny; Is that she would still be alive if we had a lot of money. Her quality of life would not have been good; That is clearly understood. Near the end, she did suffer; My mind cannot create a comfortable buffer. It was much better for her to be put to sleep; Because at the end, she could no longer leap. I hate that her death has inspired me; But, it has also very much tired me. I truly am sick to see written in pen; The fact that I will never see her alive again. I hate that I really have to write this; But, I truly cannot fight this. Any creative cat lover should understand; That I need to have my pen in hand. Because if I cause myself repession; It will only add to my severe depression.