I can't turn back the hands of time to make you
young again.
So I give you this my final gift; I'm letting you go, my friend.
My once mischievous, vibrant puppy has grown tired,
sick, deaf, and blind.
The years, they passed so quickly and I dared believe you'd never
leave my side.
I cherish all the nights we cuddled safe and warm in
bed.
I relish the laughter, the friendship, the memories that echo
through my head.
I wouldn't trade you for a tub of gold. For all the fame and fortune
on earth.
You made me rich with joy and love, you filled my heart with warmth
and mirth.
I'll hold you in my arms, kiss you, and gently sing and speak your
name.
A poke from a needle, a few more breaths--and you'll never hurt
again.
I can't tell you how hard it is for me to accept
that our time together must end.
Wait for me on the other side, 'till I join you there, my
friend.
Someday another dog may come along for me to love
and enjoy,
But no one can ever take your place, my precious baby boy.
Closest friend, sweet companion, and so much more you were.
Eight pounds of tail-wagging love wrapped in blue and white fur.
It's because I love you so very much that I give you this final
gift.
I'm setting you free from that weary old frame.
Go. Rest now.
We'll meet again.
(By Jeffery A. Johnson)
Reunited with sister Jelly
Rest in peace
