Snow falls gently on your grave,
and all the ground is white. I brush away the snow that covers your stone so I can see your name.You, dear friend, are in a deep, deep sleep
I know, sweet Bo, your soul is in a very special place so I will not stand here and weep.
Your time here was not long, you were too young
to die.You were here, then gone, as quickly as the tide. I’ll plant lovely flowers amongst your grave this spring and listen to the mockingbirds sing that stay
in our big maple tree.
You lie on the table, the vet stood near.
You looked at me, I turned away.
I was a coward, I could not stay.
I regret that I did not hold you in my arms
as you gently slipped away.
Forgive me, sweet Bo, for not being there
to hold you so you would not be afraid.
I wish so much that I had stayed, but you know
I loved you so,and oh, dear friend, it hurt so much to let you go.You’re gone but yet you’re near, in my dreams and in my heart. And someday we’ll meet on Rainbow Bridge, I’ll hold you close and we’ll never again part.
Goodbye, sweet Bo, I love you so.
Forgive me, dear Bo, for not being there
to hold you so you would not be afraid.
I wish so much that I had stayed, but
you know I loved you so, and, oh, it hurt
so much to let you go.
'Mama loves you'
| Bo |
| 10, July 2005 |
| Theresa Johanning |