RIP Munchkin

She had been ill for a while,
Maybe I was living in a fucked upkinda denial,
Cos even though the vet had said,
Its not good that her bum is so red,
I hoped for the best,
For this tiny creauture, who induced me to invest,
charity, devotion and a unwavering regard,
Loving munchkin was easy, never hard…

I am been plagued by sporadic attacks of grief,
As my opinion leans toward considering death as a theif,
Cos she was one year old,
And It wasn’t her time,
So much sadness has come from her death,
Inside im full of grime,
I wouldn’t be happy if I was sitting on a beach in the bahamas,
Sipping a lemonade and lime…….

Was it my fault,
cos I left her side?,
I took her in,
Then gave her to my mate,
When it became clear she wouldn’t make the plane ride…
And now from this well placed guilt I cannot hide….
Its what I deserve,
I shoulda known better,
Cos its obvious I got the same capacity for love and sorrow for every creature on the evolutionary curve….

She was a hamster,
But to me she was like more like a daughter,
The rapport between us was as natural as sea water……..

And even now as I finish this poor ryhme,
The tears are welling up in my red eyes,
While I cling to the hope that she has transcended to a hamster heaven in the skies………….

Munchkin, I miss you,
You mean’t the world to me,
If I could bring you back,
I would cheat and steal to find the money to pay the fee,