I will lend to you for awhile
a pup, God said,
For you to love him while he lives
and to mourn him when he’s dead.
Maybe twelve or fourteen years,
or maybe two or three
But will you, till I call him back,
take care of him for me?
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you
and (should his stay be brief)
you’ll always have his memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught below
I want this pup to learn.
I’ve looked the whole world over
in search of teachers true
And from the folk that crowd life’s land
I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love
Not think the labour vain
Nor hate me when I come to take
my sweet pup back again?
I fancied that I heard them say
“Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done,
For all the joys this pup will bring,
the risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter him with tenderness
We’ll love him while we may
And for the happiness we’ve known
forever grateful stay.
But should you call him back
much sooner than we’ve planned
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand.
If, by our love, we’ve managed
your wishes to achieve,
In memory of him we loved,
to help us while we grieve,
When our faithful fluffy bundle
departs this world of strife,
We’ll have yet another pup
and love him all his life.”
God Speed Little Man, Hunt and run and play flyball until your hearts content,
| Cody |
| 9, Nov 2006 |
| Rhonda Dunn |