With his last breath he sang to the moon,
Chipmunks in heaven, you best hide, for I will be there soon.
His too brief life flashed before all our eyes
From the moment I helped him from his mothers womb,
To the moment he died in my arms while singing to the moon.
The adorable chaos of 11 rolly-polly bundles of joy,
From bottle feeding, to potty training, and showing you toys.
The infinite sadness at seeing you go,
The miraculous joy of being able to again, give you a home.
Through wet nose and paws and broken claws,
Through teaching you to swim, willful or not,
But by your 4th birthday, you couldn't be caught.
We will miss you Sir Bandito, your curiosity, your charm.
Your sense of adventure, as big as a barn.
My Bandit, my Bando,
My Marlin Brando
My Bandy, my buddy,
My lifelong friend.