by Amy Miller

 

To My Little Girl Frisky

I had a dog who stole my heart,

I didn’t have a chance.

I’d snap my fingers and sing her name,

And oh how she would dance.

I didn’t know her as a pup

but she knew me as Mom.

My frisky little Frisky,

Seven- year-old teacup pom.

I hoped that she would be with me

ten years or maybe more.

But all the love I felt for her

Couldn’t change what was in store.

The time we had together was short

but it was all so sweet.

It didn’t matter where I went,

She was right there at my feet.

When she got sick I vowed to spend

whatever it would take,

But all the treatment she went through

didn’t take away the ache.

I made the final decision

to let my best friend go.

And time may heal all wounds,

but the healing is too slow.

The only comfort I can find

Is knowing we’ll meet again

And I will sing and she will dance

Because real love doesn’t end.

--By Amy Miller

(I know you’re in Heaven waiting for me Frisky and when I get there,

you’re the first person I want to see. I miss you and love you

forever. -- Mom)