Four furry legs and two giant eyes,
full of pizzaz, my funny little guy.
Just a few short years after Kelly's goodbye,
why did you, too, have to get sick and die?
That home will now suffer a sorrowing void
in lieu of your meow and mini mousey toys.
I'm heartbroken that those ineffective steroids
couldn't fix the body your sickness destroyed.
Our laps will be empty at breakfast each morning,
where you'd jump for a cuddle without even a warning.
With hats and costumes we were constantly adorning
the same fluffy face that now we're all mourning.
From the day we brought you home with mom and dad,
you were the most hilarious pet that I've ever had.
You'd still make us laugh even when you were sad!
Now I'm stressed and I'm tired and I miss you so bad.
Rest in Peace, Rockman.
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