There’s a hole in my heart, where my “Bud’ used to be;
he’s reached into my soul and is now part of me.
His pain is his life and I know what to do;
but when I release him, I’m losing me, too.
This pup that I cradled 13 short years ago;
is a 100 pound bundle of love, and I know,
that he’d lick away all of my tears if he could.
Its his sense of duty to make me feel good.
Now it’s my heavy burden to do for him what’s best,
the love of his ‘master’ is put to the test.
It’s a wrenching and sorrowful way that we part;
it doesn’t hurt less when the head rules the
There’s a hole in my heart,
where my ‘Buddy’ passed through;
when we last say goodbye, part of me
will go too.
In loving memory of “Oxleys’ Country Gentleman”,
also know as “BUDDY”.
Wait for me on the Bridge . . . .
I love you boy.