She was once her grandpa’s precious gift,
showered by thousand hugs and kisses everyday,
for she was a good girl,
until he left her nothing but memories.
She was once her grandma’s little girl,
accompanied each other anywhere,
until one of those days, when nothing is
She once loved a tiny companion,
they communicated each other telepathically,
never thought there would be a farewell,
until anesthesia was the only answer.
She is now loving too much,
yet worrying excessively.
When will one of those days happen again?