We met when I was eight years old.
I thought I’d always have you to hold,
but childhood days are so untold.
I realise now I’ll never again have you to hold.
A dog I had, but no more now.
I could’nt stand the ache no more
of saying YES it’s time to go
my heart about to break.
But so I’ll go on trying,
to keep a smiling face,
but never in my life
will another take your place.
Think of you and miss you every single day.
With love your sis, Alison
Written in memory of Blackie,
Died 03/02/00 aged 17
| Alison Roberts |