When we first got you,
your fur piled up on your puppy body.
You were the cutest puppy,
with eyes of shimmer
like the snowflakes.
And your coat so broad,
I thought you were heaven-sent.
And you were.
We had our loving years together,
sharing laughs and tears,
agony and anger.
And then came August,
the air picking up the cold winter to come.
I got a phone call saying you were sick.
I told my mom and she went to check you out.
It didn’t look good.
My mother came home, tears blinding her,
as she confirmed you had passed.
Why do loved ones go at such a young age
like you?
4 years old, still a puppy,
but a bit bigger then one.
Why does the wind blow?
Why does the sea consist of sand
and salt?
Why did God set us up on a planet?
Why did he gives us emotion?
And, most importantly,
why did he give us death?
We Love You Always And Miss You,
| Blizzard |
| Aug 2006 |
| Barbra and Butch Sandelli |