I don't own Harry Potter
You slept on my bedpost every night.
It annoyed me to no end.
You were there for me when no one else was.
You were my only friend.
All night you scratched and hooted.
Waking and torturing my prison guards.
Even after Vernon threatened you'd be booted.
You went down in a blaze of glory.
Protecting me.
It was a terrible story.
Now I'm numb to pain.
My grief remains inside.
And I fight to stay sane.
So I can be near you even in death,
I buried you at Godric's Hallow.
I'll see you when I draw my final breath.
You used to sleep on my bedpost every night.
Now I miss it with all my heart.
Why did you have to lose the fight?
Dedicated to my Chloe.
11/28/09 4:00PM
I wish you the best in heaven.
We miss you baby girl.
kirby