Please, God, if You should hear a scratch on Eden
A gentle whine, a muffled bark; have Peter take a
light
And open up the Pearly Gates and call her Spirit in,
For I think she lived in Heaven once; please take her
back again.
She may have been a mongrel, without a pedigree,
Yet she was noble, kind and good; I think You will
agree
That she'll be very useful where the souls of children
play.
She'll romp with them, and see, Dear God, they do not
go astray.
Just tell her that we're sorry that we could not pat
her head,
And whisper how we loved here 'ere her Spirit fled.
I pray that when death beckons, and my soul surmounts
life's fog,
I'll rate a place in Heaven, Dear God, beside our dog ...
(Author unknown)
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