by Ami Hopke
For Storm.
Your chances of survival,
Are slim to none we know.
But you were born a fighter,
And you're not ready yet to go.
Hold on for us my darling Storm,
Fight that which makes you ill.
We love you Storm with all our hearts,
Be sure we always will.
I know that someday soon
We must say goodbye,
Let you take your first steps,
To the kennel in the sky.
But know that from the day you go,
The very moment that we part,
We will carry you forever;
In our minds and hearts.

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