Sorrow fills a barren space
you close your eyes and see my face
and think of times I made you laugh,
the special way I needed you-
the friendship shared by just we two.
This day's too quite, the world seems older,
the wind blows into the empty air and look for me,
but I'm not there-
I'm in heaven and I watch you,
and I see the world around you too.
I see little souls wearing fur,
souls who bark and souls who purr
born unwanted and unloved
I see all this and more above
I see them suffer, I see them cry,
I see them lost, I see them die.
I see unwanted thousands born-
and when they die, nobody mourns.
These little souls wearing fur
Some who bark and some who purr,
are castaways who-unlike me,
will never know love or security.
A few short months they starve and roam,
Or caged in shelters-nobody takes home.
They're speacial too furballs of pleasure
filled with love and each a treasure.
My pain and suffering came to an end,
but think of the living - souls with fur
some who bark and some who purr
and though our bond can't be broken apart,
make room for another in your home and heart
You were a dog of many personalities. You were the alfa of our pack, always in charge, unless
you were out of the house with Mr. Man and then you let him protect you.
You came to us very young about 5 weeks of age and we got to
enjoy your sassy side for over 15 years.
You may now join your sister Kirbi and Mr Man, wear you can boss them again
we will miss you
Love Mom and Dad