Their furs yellow like the sun,
Or perhaps white as the snow,
Maybe even brown as wood,
Their hearts made of gold,
Eyes twinkling like the stars,
Souls of angels,
Fluffy like a cloud,
Soft like a pillow,
Warm like a fire,
Always accompanied by them,
Never again alone,
Following in your shadow,
Protecting your every move,
The golden stars,
Given to us by the heavens,
For they are angels to us.