NO more happy dance no more tugs of love on my locks I hear your yelps still in my heart sweet grand dog of such a short lived life
My tears drench my face as once did your licks my throat so tight I can hardly breath knowing not many would understand my need just to know you were there protecting our family
Then I think of the joy you did bring funny black faced pup with powder sugar doughnut covering your face joyous sounds of your assault on a marrow bone
Born of a pitt bull breed so many fear in your chest beat a heart of gold so glad no one ruined your glimmering soul sleep well sweet prince, our diesel dog... My Sweet Granddog
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Reviews of "No more happy dance"
Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader)
Reviewed on February 29, 2004
It's easy to see how dear your pet was. Sorry for your loss
Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington (Reader)
Reviewed on February 26, 2004
(((((Cheryl))))) It is always hard to loose a pet so dear. This is a marvelous tribute. I have missed reading you.
I was about ready to start putting out flyers about our missing cheryl. I've missed you. Sad poem. I have been ther, done that, of course and there is just nothing quite like losing a good furry friend. Please replace it.
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
This book is an autobiographical account of the lessons I learned about life and how I was able to apply them to inspire, motivate and empower others in my own work as a firefighter, as well in my daily life as a husband, a father and a man. When I w
♫ Jackie
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"No more happy dance"
Oh, what a beautiful tribute, although very sad!
Lovely write, thank you for sharing.
Gwendolyn
Welcome back!!
Love Tinka
Hugs,
Tami
I believe they find us when we get there, too.
Vicky