She used to sleep tucked in a tiny ball.
Used to listen when I'd sing her favourite song.
Held her fingers so she'd wake with me.
Get drunk and sink into the couch for TV.
Couple years you couldn't go outside.
But as long as she was here then I would be just fine.
Had a cough, it made me nervous then.
Thought it would pass by the time winter met its end, oh.
Doctor said, "It doesn't go away".
Nothing left to do but hope and medicate.
Held her fingers so she'd wake with me.
Get drunk and stay awake for days, I'd watch her breathe.
Got her ashes from the vet today.
I can't look at them or find the proper place.
She used to sleep tucked in a tiny ball.
Used to listen when I sang her favourite song, oh.