November 14 1995 ----- September 6 1999
Golden Retriever
It Rained the Day You Died
It rained the day you died,
Feelings welled up that I could not hide.
I think the rain was tears of grief,
but that night you died I could not sleep.
For with everything there is a reason.
Yours of which I can not agree on.
You were the best "my baby Fred"
I miss you sprawling out on my bed.
I miss hearing you tromp up the stairs,
and combing out your many hairs.
I miss kissing you "little face,"
I miss feeling your warm embrace.
I miss feeding you a treat after school,
I miss getting you toys that you would chew.
I miss hearing your whimper or whine,
I wish that there had only been a sign.
A sign to know that something was wrong,
So I wouldn't have to see your whole life gone.
Even though you were almost four,
You lived such a life we couldn't ignore.
Where ever we were you were there,
I have so many vivid memories I can share.
Now you are gone and I miss you so much,
I miss saying Sir Frederick David Douglas Dean the first.
Now all the time I have cried and cried,
it rained Fred the day you died.
In Memory of Fred from his "Sam"
Fred,
I know that you have crossed the Rainbow Bridge
and are waiting for me on the other side.
I'll remember you always and I still cry
because I miss you so much.
I know that you are really happy and I want you
to know how much I love you.
I'll always think of you and keep all the pictures of you up on
my wall.
I love you Freddy.
Samantha
Fred |
Samantha |