A twist of fate that Friday eve,when Squirt went out for fun.
He didn’t see the speeding car-the damage had been done.
He made it through the vets’ that night-hopefulness there too,
We felt it in our hearts you know, as all who read for you.
But Tarot cards nor second-sight could tell that Death would show.
Sometimes the choice of Spirit is not meant for us to know.
As Squirt lives here in memory-on the Higher plane he’s fine.
He knows your grief and caring tho, through years of Love Divine.
Let all your tears flow freely now, My Very Special Friend-There may be separation-but we know there is no end.