BANDIT
TODAY WITH A HEAVY HEART I SENT YOU AWAY.
FOR FIFTEEN YEARS YOU WERE MY ROCK.
MY “LAUGHING” MY “SILLY” DOG.
BUT, YOU WERE IN PAIN AND I COULD NOT LET MY SELFNESS KEEP YOU ANY LONGER.
I SENT YOU ON AHEAD, LIKE YOU USE TO RUN, ALWAYS STAYING WITHIN THE SOUND OF MY VOICE.
GO ON HOME “OLD FRIEND” MOTHER AND “LADY,”LITTLE GIRL” AND “TOPPER” WILL BE WAITING.
REST “OLD FRIEND” YOU ARE THE BEST.
REST YOU HAVE EARNED IT.
YOUR FRIEND,
| Bandit |
| 6, May 2003 |
| JAN MCGREGOR |