I took you in your brand new cage, gleaming white and new.
You ran inside the cage,
Feeling excited and blue.
I checked on you and saw you,
Your stomach sore and hurt,
I put you in a box,
Lined with soft fur.
I fed you daily, made you happy,
But I acted too late.
Goodbye Chippy,
May you close your eyes and let god decide your fate.
By Anya
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