Oh no, what have you done
You told me this would not happen
Life took us apart
This is some sick art
You're laying in my bed
With sweaty paws and a stone cold face
Not even one inch is moving
Now it's proven, that you are gone
The four short legs that used to run
Can't be seen by anyone
You always made me so happy
When I was sad you came to me
And you laid in my bosom
Now your ashes have turned to blossom
Your soft white and brown fur
That covered your graceful soul
Did turn to coal
And now you are forever gone