Percey by Matt / Matt, Amy, Mom, Dad and Baby

If It comes to be that I grow old and frail, I become to weak to wag my tail. Then do what you must, it must be done. Im fighting a battle that can’t be one. For on this day I am laid to rest. Your love must surly stand the test. You will be sad, this I understand, Please don’t hold the guilt in your hand. When the time comes for me to go, hold my paw, because I love you so. Don’t shed a tear, until I can’t see, I want to go while your holding me. Just remember we will never part, because you hold me and I hold you, in the corners of our heart.


We will meet in Heaven,
18, Mar 2007