God saw that you were getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you
And whispered, “Come with me.”
With tearful eyes we watched you,
And saw you pass away,
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A Golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working paws at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best!
I'll always remember your sweet kisses,
| Angel |
| 30, Nov 2007 |
| Mary and Jim Sullivan |