" Snoopy "
Sept. 1986 ------ Feb. 14 1999
I wrote this poem in Nov. of 98 a short while after snoopy
became sick. I always hoped for the best and always feared the worst.
Snoops entered into rest at 8:30 Sunday February 14th 1999.
He'll always be my valentine.
Angry one minute,happy the next
Satisfied by the simplest things
He'll sleep all day aroused only
by a knock at the door.
Curiosity overtakes his relaxation
Curiosity makes him call out the window to a passerby
Perhaps a warning
Maybe an invitation
He understands the words "supper time"
But doesn't seem to grasp "settle down"
A best friend to anyone with the time to stop and talk
A best friend to anyone with a gentle caring touch
He's old but spry ready to play catch
And race about like in the days when he was new
Once black and fuzzy
Now a little more gray
Now looking through his frosted sight
But he really doesn't know his age
Stretching and creaking
But leaping about defying the works of time
May he remain for a long time yet to come
And perhaps someday realize the joy he brings
In Memory of My Best Friend Snoopy
Sept. 1986 to Feb 1999
I'll never forget you Pal!!!