
My golden boy, I sit and cry
And look to god and wonder why.
Every day there’s always something new
That brings to mind sweet memories of you.
A walk in the woods just isn’t the same
And nobody comes when we call out your name.
There’s no-one to greet us excitedly when we enter the door.
I just want you to know you couldnt have been loved more.
It was so hard for us to see you suffer so
But we knew that day we had to let you go.
So as we sit and pray and send love over the divide
And hope that one day again you will sit side by our side
But until then dear friend we have our memories of you.
The dog that we loved dearly and we hope that you knew
So be patient my Fudge as one day you’ll see
That it won’t just be you, it will once again be three.
My Golden Boy,
Fudge |
8, Feb 2007 |
Jenny |