I knew the day would come that I'd lose you.
The years we spent together were so wonderful. The adventures, the struggles, the smiles, the tears. We changed the world together. You changed my world.
I remember when you were still a Snivy. I knew we'd be pals, I knew you'd protect me from wild Pokémon and maybe even you'd win me some badges. I never realized I'd actually love you.
I steeled myself for years for this day. I savored every moment I had with you knowing I'd lose you sooner or later. So many memories I kept safe for now when I'd need them most, but now the only one that sticks is some random evening soon after you evolved the second time.
We were laying under a tree, and you were wrapped around me and snuggling me in your coils just like how I'd hold you in my arms when you were a little Snivy.
And now you're just an urn on my lap. Just ashes. Just dust.
I think that tree is where I'll bury you, Serperior.
You taught me what it was to love a Pokémon, and now I must teach myself how to be strong for the others, and move on.
In paradise, or in oblivion, I know we’ll reunite some day. Good bye.
