I lost a treasured friend today,
The little dog who used
to lay
Her gentle head upon my knee
And share her silent thoughts with me.
She'll come no longer to my call,
Retrieve no more her
favorite ball.
A voice far greater than my own
Has called her to
His golden
throne.
And though my eyes are filled with tears,
I thank Him for
the happy years.
He let her spend down here with me,
And for her love and loyalty.
When it is time
for me to go
And join her
there, this much I know ...
I shall not fear
the transient dark
For she will
greet me with her bark.
(Author unknown)
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