Toto by Juliet / J.N. Beacham

For Toto,

My Beloved Little Doggy Girl

No more cataracts to limit your sight.
No more old teeth to inhibit your bite.

Rid of the ears that barely allow you to hear.
Rid of the arthritis in your paws and in your rear.

No more cancer for your little body to fight,
Rid of all fear, it’s your time to take flight.

With your new angel wings, fly to your favorite park.
Make sure you have fun, play, run, and bark.

When you look down from the heavens and see that I’m sad,
please don’t feel bad and be not concerned
because I know one day you’ll get the chance and
I’ll welcome your return.