with fur like snow and eyes that glowed he left you know chance to watch the leaves dance over feeding always demeaning he left you and others to rot only favoring one for the rest of you he was done so thank you god for letting me come along I picked you up although you refused held you closer with every squirm you were coming home and out of the dirt I cleaned you up healed you nice always under my foot we rolled the dice with the ill you died young still, you arent gone