12/09/2024
It is with great sadness that I write this post π’ many of you know little Kylie and her health struggles and how she managed to defy the odds every day ..but sadly after 3 years her little body could give no more π..Naomi and Donna, I know you are heartbroken and your lives shattered beyond belief with Kylie's passing and we all share your grief and send all our love and healing prayersβ₯οΈ I know Kylie bounded over the rainbow bridge and is currently running the show like the diva she is ..β₯οΈ. I would love to celebrate her life with her poem called...
**Special K: A Pomeranian's Tale**
In a far away corner of the world,
Where sunbeams danced upon the floor,
Lives Kylie, a little tiny Pom,
With sass and s***k galore.
Her fur, a fluffy cloud of orange and cream,
Her eyes, two twinkling stars,
She struts around with confidence,
As if she owned the yard
**Bossy and cheeky**, that's Kylie's way,
She'll bark at nothing and toss her tail,
And when she wants treats or play,
She'll throw a tantrum, " I won't obey "
Her breath held hostage, cheeks puffed out,
She stares you down with puppy eyes,
"Give me what I want," she demands,
And you'll comply, no compromise.
But Kylie is more than just a diva,
A fighter from the day she was born,
Against all odds, she clung to life,
Her spirit unyielding, her heart unworn.
The vet bills pile up like fallen leaves,
Her mums worry, but never give in,
For Kylie is their little warrior,
Their precious gem, the battles, she'll win
Her favorite treats are yogurt drops,
And blueberries, juicy and sweet,
She'll do the cutest little bow,
Her way of saying, "Look at me!"
Wobbling on her tiny legs,
She explores the world with glee,
But when tiredness creeps into her little bones,
She raises her paws, " Please carry me!"
And so they do, those loving mums,
Cradling Kylie like precious cargo,
"Special K," they whisper, smiling,
Their hearts forever will adore her so .
So here's to Kylie, the bossy Pom,
Whose spirit defies every twist of fate,
Her wobbles and bows bring joy to all, As she prances through life, our little mate πΎβ¨