So, Savanna, my darling, you are dead.
Of course, I will never forget you.
As long as this tired old brain can function,
I will remember your glintless brown eye,
Your heavy jowls,
The way you would swat my knees with your butt
When you passed by me.
A light has gone out of my life.
You departed Earth
To reside in the realm of Idea.
As our wondrful poet has said:
"Nothing gold can stay."
-- Fred Collins