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…