She's so lovely

Sometimes I wake up with her. Beside me. On my pillow. Dribbling. Sometimes she's sick. Whether it's just to get my attention or 'cos she's been eating moths, I'm unsure. Sometimes she licks my bowl. When I've had the funniest things: porridge, ice cream. She'll get fat. It's too late. But she's an old lady now. It's too late and I'm too soft. I'll miss her terribly when she's gone.