Little soul in a curly coat,
You never needed words to speak.
A nudge, a lean, a look that said
“I’m here” on every heavy week.
You carried love so quietly,
The kind that asks for nothing back.
And now the house will hold its breath
In every space your paws once tracked.
Go gently, Lola, precious girl,
The pain has finally let you go.
And somewhere warm beyond our reach,
You’re running through the fields you know.
We didn’t own you. You were grace
That wandered in and chose to stay.
And though our hearts are breaking now,
We’d choose you every single day.
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