Jan J Manithottam The loss of a pet can be a lingering pain. Jan J Manithottam , a grade 12 student of mine, wrote this moving poem on the death of her beloved cat, Kiara. Our baby, my first child, I don’t know where she came from, But I know where she has gone. On a Saturday night, when it was raining, This little creature started crying in our garden. Soon she walked into our hearts. She became our baby, my first child. She grew not in our home but in our hearts. We loved to watch her changes with curiosity. She cried, played, laughed, loved and lived with us. Our baby, my first child. We called her Kiara. I used to talk to her, feed her, cuddle her, Care for and love her. The sparkle in her eyes When I took her in my arms, The purrs she made When I cuddled her, The joy she expressed When she saw me, The jumps she made When I sat next, The vibe she changed When I was moody, The heartbeat I felt When we were close, Al
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