Clickity clacks on hardwood floors

Wet nose boops for a treat

Nesting cuddles to keep warm

Open laps, a perfect seat

Meeting by pure chance of luck

Perfect timing, perfect place

Knowing that you were meant to be ours

Relief and joy on a furry face

Clothes always small in size

Your personality sized in large

A softy at heart, endless kisses to give

Yet, always still in charge

If our love for you was medicine

If our love for you could heal

You would live with us forever

Never a struggle would you feel

Our Prince of Pilesgrove, Acey Boy, Pumpkin Pie

Our lucky Ace of Hearts

Your name surely precedes you

As we learned this from the start

But with a start, there comes an end

As soul crushing as it may be

Just know we miss you desperately

And we love you endlessly