I killed my little wolf today
I watched her fall asleep
I know it’s not that black and white
But guilt still made me weep
She looked to me to find relief
I saw it in her eyes
For months I watched her wither
So it came as no surprise
She always looked angelic
But was the queen of rage
If I’d have written softer words
She’d rip apart the page
Some friends called her a diva
I’d say that word was mild
Her voice was loud and shameless
Her tantrums like a child
My Mishka had the softest fur
The best behind her ears
I took some when she left me
While fighting back my tears
I never understood your ways
I just learned to accept
You were my fierce protector
Beside me as I stepped
They told me how unwell you were
As if it were the end
But death was not yet welcome
And so we played pretend
I know you didn’t want it
Too stubborn, proved them wrong
For 8 more months you struggled on
And made them seem so long
Our last day was a great one
With sand between your toes
A chippy tea all to yourself
And sea air up your nose
Goodbye my girl, my Moomin
I hope you’re happy there
With all the angels serving you
My Mishmash, Moomoo, Bear
