Mishka
Mishka, a sweet and suttle creature
Of large poofy grace,
Forever we miss you
Your spirit we chase
Oh, Mishka, we loved you
From moment of your saintful birth,
The survivor of the lot,
One who was adopted by a new, much sweeter lot
You were raised from puppy,
And lived a long full life,
And now you've died a peaceful death
You live no more in strife.
Maybe you have had some faults,
And maybe some deny,
That you were such an angel
Till the moment that you lie
Though we believe in truly yours
We feel the clean crisp dew,
And every moment we're asleep
We're dreaming about you
For 13 years
We've suckled off
The sweet milk
Of your love,
I guess that now
It's really time
To hunt for ourselves,
Right?
Mishka, leader of the pack
Even without her presence,
We feel her sweet being
And guidance in the air
From the moment of her birth,
We knew
You're born to lead,
And you achieved what any Alpha wants
Order
Balance
Family
Love
Maybe shown strange,
Maybe shown plain,
Maybe wished for in the light of the spring sunflowers,
Maybe prayed for in the dark of night
But we can always trust
We always know
That leading spirits keep their might.
Rest in peace, Little Alpha, For we will never forget you. Oh, Mishka…
