I know it must be weird sitting all alone. All my years did I have not one of flesh to count on but through his angels eyes. The day I brought him home. Black almost hairless and skinny as a bone his smiles were so sweet his body was so frail but yet he always managed too wag his little tail..With love and care he grew almost strong as a ox but his touch on my leg or hand was as soft. As I slept through the night he guarded by my bed for every suttle move he raised his big old head. He staired at me like he has known me all alone I think he was my angel sent from heavens home. My heart grew deeper each and every day until one day he looked at me like he had to go away. His angel eyes grew silent but he shed not a tear some how through the silence we gathered here. He spoke to me of not words for his heart knew what to say (I’ll always be with you in every way. Then I knew for sure through those angel eyes he wasn’t giving me any goodbyes just a breath of silence just to say I’ll be with you every time you pray.
(This is dedicated to the best dog)
A girl could ever have Sinbad
may you rest at the gates of
the angels.
1999
| Nola |