My Dearest Poopie in Heaven

What a privilege to have known you,

And to be loved by you,

As I narrate our 13 year old saga,

From start to finish, my mind still goes gaga,

Over the crazy memories we created,

We hardly ever waited,

To action one impulsive decision to the next,

Everything felt like a test,

That we aced with flying colours,

Of course there were moments I hated you, but we always found cover,

In each other's comforting presence,

You were the calm to my storm, my vanilla essence,

As I look back on the life we led,

I can proudly raise my head,

And confirm, I'm not hard to be loved,

I was once somebody's beloved,

Sadly, all good things come to an end,

In death, we found our bend,

But I'll always hold on to you,

During the moments I feel blue.