Persnickety little popcorn paws
Wouldn’t tread on wood or tile
But if left a trail of carpets
You would happily trek a mile.
Your toys were never meant to talk
The task had to be completed
You ripped and shredded, de-fluffed, de-stuffed
Till the squeaker was defeated.
In your mind, sharing was overrated
Treats were made to stockpile
You’d steal from unwary siblings
With a triumphant terrier smile.
Change was not your specialty
You were suspicious of a stranger
But with those you knew you’d snuggle and spoon
Tummy rubs trumped all danger.
Six short years was premature
For such a perfect soul to perish
But as long as I live, my little love pumpkin
Your memory I’ll cherish.