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, dear 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 as I listen to the mockingbirds sing in our big maple tree.
You lie on the tabe, the vet stood near.
You looked at me and I turned away. I was
a coward and 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, it hurt to let you go.
You’re gone but yet you’re near, in my dreams and
in my heart. Someday we’ll meet on Rainbow Bridge
and I’ll hold you close and feel such joy, to
know we’re together, never again to part.
Love you forever,
| Bo |
| 10, July 2005 |
| Theresa |