My home was her home for 3 years,

Whenever I saw her, a love heart appeared.

I'd go out and open her coop door every morning,

Oh, it never ever got boring.

The softness of her feathers, charmed my fingers,

It made me feel warm, on all these winters.

I thought she could pull out a fourth year,

But something crept in, something like fear.

I saw her getting weaker, it broke my heart,

I could feel us slowly drifting apart.

Days and days go by,

All I could do was cry.

Begging my parents, "She needs to go to the vet!"

I loved her, for she was my pet.

I knew she wasn't going to improve,

She was losing her groove.

After days of begging, the parents finally agreed,

We drove to the vet, at great speed.

She stood on the table, frail and weak,

If only it was a miracle, she could seek.

The news finally came, "she needs to stay overnight."

I agreed, with a kiss and a hug so tight.

I said my last prayers for my little Lavender,

The night only got blander and blander.

I jump out of bed in the morning, hoping for good news,

Only to see my dad, his heart bruised.

It only took two words to make me burst out crying,

"Bad news," if only he was lying.

Imagining Lavender’s last breath, as death flashed before her eyes,

It was cancer, that filled my eyes.

Where would she go now, where is her home,

I heard a whisper, “heaven is her new home”.