Max dear friend I remember it so;
How your great pink eyes began to dim,
And your coat as white as driven snow,
Took on the shade of rusted tin.
Resting on straw with labored breath,
Quietly awaiting the angel of death;
No magic potion friend so dear,
Would have saved you from that spectre I fear.
In mind's eye I see you running free,
Through grass, through straw, and along my arm;
A graceful member of the family,
A creature filled with love and charm.
Oh! Max dear friend I miss you so,
And hope you've found peace wherever rats go.