Author: Helen Stewart

Keltic, my character, my clown;

Was there anything that could make you frown?

Loudly making your presence known; always putting forward your very best,

Your life, so full of energy and zest,

You should still be chasing squirrels and playing agility with me,

Sadly though it wasn’t to be,

Your life cut far too short;

I hope that together we made the most of the time you had.

Often I called you the “bad son”;

Maybe you were mischievous at times, but you were a really good boy, a good son!

I miss you, what I wouldn’t give to hear once more you barking at me!

 

My wonderful, amazing boy,

Everything you did, you did with joy.

Gentle and loving, I miss your snuggles

And what I wouldn’t give for morning kisses.

Always vibrant, always brave,

But somewhat shy with many,

You still showed warmth aplenty.

Soulful eyes, you could look beyond,

Creating between us, the deepest bond.

While, for sure, I’ve loved all the rest;

I’ll whisper just one more time to you,

I loved you best.

Love, Momma

Keltic misses you too!