“Smokey”, The Little Street Dog
No one knows how long you wandered the city
streets and searched the neighborhoods for your owner before coming to us. Frail, sick little boy with the sad but hopeful eyes, you were to exhausted to go on. The best we could do was caress your emaciated body and keep you warm. You tried to eat, but the pain was too great. The vet said “cancer” and thought an operation would help, but you didn’t make it through. We only had you for a couple of weeks,but your memory burns brightly after all these years. You would have been a wonderful pet.
My only consolation is that I believe you are now warm and comfortable, safe and happy. You will forever be free of sickness and pain. You dwell in your real Home and have found caressess far more tender and deep…”in Thy bright land at Thy right hand”. Big brown hopeful eyes
now see joy and peace.
Carried on the
wings of angels to Rainbow Bridge January 1997