My little Yoshi, she won't be on this Earth for much longer.
Endless nights of my childhood were spent snuggling against her, dozing off to the lullaby of her heartbeat.
Endless days spent running through fields of vibrant green grass on warm sunny days, high off the infinite summer air.

My babygirl Yoshi, countless nights you have comforted me, through thick and thin, you'll always be there.
So many tears have soaked into your fur, so many times we've cuddled, your silent while I cry, but your solemn eyes have always reassured me that you care. Your my gentle giant, my love.

My pillow, my dreamcatcher, my world.
It was always you, Yoshi. There will never be anyone like you in this world. It's almost unbearable, knowing your final days on this Earth are counting down to the final hours. So many years spent making myself believe that my bestfriend will never die, why does reality have to come and drag us back down from the clouds?

Oh Yoshi, my gorgeous Yoshi.
I am returning the favor. Now it's my turn to take care of you. You are seasoned and frail, and the Reaper is coming soon. But he will arrive seeing us sleeping peacefully together, snuggled together, just like the early years. He will see the doggie treats and toys scattered about, the many pillows and blankets sprinkled with your hair, and the smile on my face. I'll awake to your cold body, knowing you've made your departure to Heaven. And I'll be content.

My Yoshi, until we meet again.