Miles of soul we shared,
Some straight, and some with curves,
Nineteen miles times seven,
And now, he is in heaven,
The ravens cry, this morning,
Another friend he knew,
His cry it tells me what to do,
To wear the black robes of mourning,
In my arms, he laid, snuggled,
Tiny whimpers here and there,
One last happy look at the garden,
Once more, oh how he struggled,
I knew then, and surely, he did too,
We cried in our hearts,
After all, we are boys,
We knew just what to do,
Many a mile I carried him,
Solemnly walked him in the garden,
Soon, the hours grew long,
And his sight grew dim,
Then, the last walk, the road of death,
The longest way,
Loved and snuggled in my arms,
Soon with Jasmin he will play, God bless!©31/05/2010
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
so so sorry
John
Mark
Blessings,
Christine
Dan
Georg