White fur with splotches of black

Rippling with a Mohawk down her spine.

Pupils wide in adoration

Big green eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

Body alway resting

Ears up and alert.

Runs at every inconvenience

Especially when she senses trouble.

Regularly making dumb decisions

But quick to gaze in judgement.

Doesn’t like attention or too much love

But always around for the sorrow

To lay right beside you

Until you feel whole again.

Thats Felice for you

Exactly like me

Exactly how I raised her to be.