On the first anniversary of losing you:
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you and whispered come to me. With tearful eyes I watched you and saw you pass away. Although I loved you dearly, I couldn't make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, beautiful paws at rest.
God broke my heart to prove to me, He only takes the best. For my beautiful boos, gone but never, ever forgotten