I've had enough

Mom knows I'm tired; I can't even get up to her bed anymore. They've been sticking me with the needle to give me water so much now, I'm full of holes and it leaks out. She puts food in front of me, I take a few bites, and turn away.

At least that damn kitten is leaving me alone; I think he got the message by now I don't want to play!

So she zipped me into that bag I hate; I protested a little, but I'm very weak. I cried out a little on the way to the bus, then fell silent.

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