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He lays down asleep comfy and warm peering away and I think how lucky I am. His only a cat, only a pet, something to feed, something to own but his so much more than that, his not just a cat, his my Freddie and that is that. His my furry best friend who is always there, right next to my side, I'll never leave him behind. As soon as I saw him I was smitten, he was so tiny and sweet when he was a kitten. His been through the mill with injuries and pain, I once nearly lost him, he was broken and bleeding, with sounds of desperation he was vanishing in the pain of his broken bones his cut face and ears, I thought I'd lost him after all these years but he fought like a fighter against the ropes he hit the canvas and the count begins 1 2 3 4 and his still on the floor 5 6 7 8 his getting up on his legs with hope in his eyes, I know he wouldn't leave me my little Freddie.