There was a day in April
when I received a gift
Not only from my husband
but someone above who loved me.
She lay in my arms that first sunny day
And stayed right beside me,
with my injuries she laid
At that moment I felt she was different
than any pet I’d had
For she followed me everywhere,
even to the trash can.
The rounds she would make every night
in the house
To ensure we were safe
for a peaceful night nap.
The door it would ring and
she was right by my side
To make sure it was someone
who was a friend of mine.
When it was time for “bye bye for a ride”,
She sat in the car like
a special friend of mine.
To get coffee and newspaper and
she always would know
That her special cookies
we would get to come along for the ride.
When daddy came home each day
she would run and jump and squeal.
She would wait until the car
had stopped then greet
her daddy with delight.
At night she would unmake
our bed as if she knew it was time
And she would warm the spot
that daddy slept each and every night.
A nudge from her nose she would
want to have a pat
Gently squeezing in between
her only mom and dad for
her hug and kiss night night.
On New Year’s Eve the fire works came
and our baby went to panic
We were not there so sooth her,
for we had a sitter there
Much to our surprise the gate
at the house
Was broke the day before
by a man repairing the house.
She ran and never stopped,
not even for a breath.
She tried to find some comfort
from anyone she met.
We raced back home to find our baby
and much to our surprise
An elderly couple found
her color attached to their gate
in the night.
We finally found our baby girl,
our daughter she was to us
On the side of the road,
in pieces, not a breath
to her body we found.
We were thankful to the animal control
who gave her back to us.
For I needed her at home with me,
for me that was her spot
Her ashes, her photos, collar
and her dish
Will forever remain be at our side,
our daughter we will miss
A senseless death, a tragedy
to all of us we know.
The hurt, the pain
the broken heart of daddy,
it seems will never go.
The empty house is horribly quiet,
her water bowl the same.
It’s very hard for us you know
to enter through the door.
We search for comfort anywhere
but it will never take the place
Of the warmth of her body,
the touch of her fur,
the sound of her bark
The love in her eyes.
She was our Lady, our Lady Bug,
our baby, our daughter
And how do you recover from that?
With love to our Lady, our Lady Bug, our daughter, our life,
| Lady Burgess DiBartolome |
| 2, Jan 2007 |
| Deborah and Richard |