Once there a Prince and he lived with me for 16 long years before I had to say goodbye. Then a Queen came into my life and left me with a beautiful princess named Buffy.

Buffy was my life, she was a delight.
She never was afraid, because she knew mom was there to stay.
Whining was not her kind, because I believe she always had a peace of mind, even when she went blind.

I don’t know if she really could ever hear, but nonetheless she was always near.
She stayed close to me when I left her for amiss, and always forgave me when just for giving her a kiss.

Her love was felt as she loved to lick, and even in the end didn’t whine while she was sick.

I knew it was Buffy’s time to go, when I heard the yelps of death from her throat.
It was a toss up between my love for her and her scream, and I knew I had to do the right thing.

She was as dear to me as was her predecessors, but as I grew older, as you, they did not stay. So my farewell, to my love, my beautiful Buffy is that I will still grow old and you will decay.

My love for you will never perish and Ill always wonder what a million dollars could have accomplished. Could this have given 2 months, years pain free, I may never know because I am a pity.

I wanted so much many years ago to become an expert so that you could still grow, I haven’t accomplished any of that and my hopes that you’ll forgive me is all I can ask.

As I held you in my arms as we lay you to rest, the redness of the medicine seeping into your wrist, only reminded me of your last breath and as you laid in my arms and hopefully thanked me for this.