Boots

What is wrong with WordPress,

You write a good poem about a loyal and trusted friend,

Return to your drafts and find only title!

Your beautiful time, espanding ,

Heartfelt wirds vanushed,

Boots, blank and white,

Strong in personality,

Heart,

Idenity,

Demanding when he wanted to eat,

Then I was scratched nit bumy him,

But I became scared,

He like me and my Sophie cat an empath,

He started no longer sleep in my room,

His daughters remained,

I took him food,

I never understood why he stopped voming to me,

Demanding to eat,

He was starving ,

We were pals,

Friends,

Then it felt like enemies,

The last two days, he moved closer to me,

A door away,

No closer,

How do you tell someone your fear is not of them?

Last night I went to see if he had eaten,

He had not,

He just left me,

Alone,

He died alone while I was carring for kittens,

I love you Boots I have since last June,

How odd WordPress stills my thoughts for this poem but leaves my categories and tags in place!