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A month after her family put down the family cat, Chloe, 12-year-old Maisy Flynn penned a tribute to the companion she had known all her life. This one’s for Chloe. Maisy Flynn is a 12-year-old girl who lives with her mother, father and brother. When not at Middle School, Maisy can be found hanging out with friends, enjoying time with her family or working on arts and crafts. She is the beloved granddaughter of Paul Steven Stone, a local writer and member of the Bagel Bards writers group.

Blind Eyes

A Tribute to Chloe Flynn

Maisy Flynn

Soft fur, sweet meows, and a warm heart…Chloe
The cutest cat you will ever lay your eyes upon
The calmest meows you will ever hear
The softest fur you will ever touch…

When I look into her hazel eyes, the color of an emerald, I see love in her eyes
I see eyes that tell me she will protect me at all cost
I see eyes that make me feel warm and hopeful
And when she looks in my eyes, I know that she can see the love in my eyes too
I would never have thought that those eyes would not be the same ever again

She was my best friend
My role model
My sister
My pet
My life.
I loved her more than anything else in the world.

When I would go to bed she’d climb right in beside me and purr
When I packed for vacation, she’d sit right in my suitcase
When I ate dinner, she would eat right next to me
And when I was upset, she would come right up to me and purr
She knew just what I needed and she made me so happy

As I said before, I loved her more than anything else in the world
I would protect her at all cost
Until the dreaded day came

Her eyes, once the color of an emerald, turned to a blurry black color, the color of coal
She crashed into walls and chairs and tables
When I looked into her eyes, I couldn’t see the joy
I couldn’t see the hope
I couldn’t feel the warmth
But I could still feel the love

My parents came to me and my brother
Sadness spilling out of them
Then the news hit me
It felt as if I was punched in the gut,
We were putting her down.

Thursday, January 12
The day that Chloe would leave us, Forever
She looked into my eyes and I could see the love
I looked her back in the eyes and I couldn’t look back
I would never get to see those eyes again

Her fur once soft and warm, turned a bitter cold
But I will always remember her
I will never forget that day and I will never forget the cat and one thing for sure,
I will never forget how much I loved her and that’s all that matters.

— Maisy Flynn

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