An elderly family pet

Old cat your coat is staring,
lacking in lustre
and carrying scurf.
Your squawk, never the roar
you thought it was,
is now muted to a mime.
My adolescence coincided
with the years of your prime
but now you’re old and suffering.
Our friendship was doomed
to this end
from the start.

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