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The life of an old black high heeled boot.

For three years, I have been her favourite shoe.

Worn daily if possible.

I was comfy, yet cool.

And I proudly often matched her outfits.

 

I was bought for her, for her camping trip in New Forest.

I matched perfectly with her biker image,

Traveling around on the trike.

I may have made her feet ache at times, but she wore me with pride!

 

I’ve been around New Forest, France, Somerset, Norfolk, Colchester Zoo,

And even just to do shopping in the high street.

I was her beloved favourite shoe…

And she was my beloved favourite owner. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better!

 

Then the days came.

I was growing old and it was my third year!

Scuffed up to look grey, and my soles were coming off.

Slowly but surely I knew my time was coming.

 

Colchester Zoo was my last noble trip.

She looked at me with horror when she knew it was my time.

The pain was unbearable with the shoe soles coming off,

And me knowing I’d have to part with her.

 

When we arrived home she took me off and placed me nobly in the middle of the lounge.

She took photos of me. I have often accompanied her in photos but none of my own!

She couldn’t bear to place me in a bin! The bin would be such a horrible end to my life!

So now I still sit, proudly, in her house in the lobby, watching her daily, happy life go past!

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