The Remains of Stella

Smells like an afternoon beach,
Always just out of reach,
Smells like love,
More beautiful than a dove,
Her eyes are as brown as chocolate,
She was a very grand mutt,
The memories she holds with her are golden,
She could never drive a holden,
As strong as an ox,
Sly as a fox,
As gentle as a feather,
Kind in any weather,
As smart as a scientist,
I’m not sure if she can write a list,
Worth more than the most expensive object in the world,
She only ate pasta if it was twirled,
Sixteen years old forever.