To many sad poems going through my head
Knowing in a few days this little soul may be put to rest
Each time we walk, there are sprinkles in my eyes, trying to make the most of those paws following mine
Will it ever be the right time to say goodbye, to love enough to end any suffering or pain
Eternally grateful to have such devotion and loyalty, keeping all candles of purpose and meaning burning bright inside me
Never will it be easy to let eyes fade into black, but never will I not see them each time I look back.