Bubba Dog, I miss you,
So much, sometimes I cry,
I wonder why you had to go,
I still don’t quite know why,
You were only 3 years old,
You had more life to live,
It isn’t fair for you to leave,
When you had so much love to give.
There was no making deals with God,
To keep you here with me,
There was nothing I could say or do,
To change your destiny.
I helped you come into this world,
So full of constant doubt,
Now I have to face the fact that
I must help you out.
The hardest thing I’ve ever done,
Is letting go of you,
But, you, with all your dignity,
Helped me to get through.
And so, we took,
the trip we had to take,
The one where you can’t
come back home and caused
my heart to break,
I promised you no suffering,
When you’ve had enough,
But when you told me it was time,
Things got really rough.
My heart is torn to pieces,
My life is different now,
Everyday I think of you,
I wonder and wish somehow,
You could come back to me and
again be whole,
But that will never happen,
And I feel it to my soul.
You were everything,my Bubbie Boy.
| Bubba Dog Zehring |
| 31, Dec 2002 |
| Vickie A. Zehring |