Julie by Tammy

April 5 1977 ----- July 20 1986

Dog

I was six yrs old when you were given to me .

I carried you through the grocery store

with me that day just as proud as a peacock.

You were my very own little girl.

Even at six yrs old

I knew that we would be best

of friends and we were.

When it would rain we would cuddle up on the porch

and wait for it to stop so we could play

on the wet grass then

we would run and play in the wet grass.

You would slide to a stop on your little legs and lay down

to catch your breath momentarily soon to go again.

You chased me through the house

until we got in trouble by grandma

but we didn't care we would do it again.

I think my favorite part was when it snowed

that because you were so small

that you would get stuck and get so mad

because you couldn't move

so you would bite at the snow trying to get free.

When finished your little black muzzle

was all matted with snow.

You looked like you had pearls hanging

from your little face so pretty.

I'll never forget the day you crossed the bridge.

I called & called but you never came

so I went to look for you.

You were in your favorite place

laying in the driveway in the sun sound asleep.

You had passed away and gone from me

till we can cross the bridge together.

Good bye for now my friend.

Though it has been many years I still miss you very much.

So run and play watch for me at the bridge,

see you soon my friend.

Julie