Hidi by Lisa Kearns / Lisa

Every day I think of you, I hear your name from everywhere, your licks like some warm water on a rag being spread on my face and hands. The only thing that I can wish is for you to stay with me just a few more years. To play, to run, to catch, to fetch but not bring back. I remember when you had a seizure I wasn’t allowed to see you or be by you. I always felt so bad. But now you’re gone and passed away I’ll have to wait for another day to finally see
your happy face again in heaven.


~Love Always~
July 2002
Lisa Kearns