| Goodbye For Now, Sweet Baby
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She'd ride in the child seat of my mom's bike or prance around the entire campground all cute. She knew how to sit, lay, stay, rollover, and dance. She would let us do anything, so she frequently ended up in doll clothes when we were younger and we even got her to pull a small wagon with a harness we bought for her. She had a cute blue sweater to go outside with on the days that it was really cold and her hair was short. It was so cute on her. When she'd sit in my lap she would be as limp as a dishcloth, completely relaxed. If she wasn't in your lap, she would be sure to let you know.
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Generosity of My Faithful Companion
Little ball of fur that sits humbly in my pocket, If I stop time from turning, can I keep you in my locket? You’ll never grow old and never feel pain, On a bed of satin you’ll be lain. Just remember not to take too much of my heart With you, when you go, Because I gave it all to you, Thinking you’d never grow old. I know now that all my heart you’ve left in tact, And instead you’ve given something back. My mind is now filled with all the happy times we’ve shared. Memories of my prized little Shih Tzu, human companion in dog form. Now I fear it’s you who’s lost: Given up your family, your precious pack. We’ll miss you Baby Girl, and always want you back.
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You Can't Keep an Angel ForeverLong ago God granted me an angel. She was mine to cherish and adore. She always loved me, Unconditionally. She became my other half, loyally at My heel whenever I turned to look, And comfortably on my lap when I sat. Then finally God asked for her return. I paid the price and kept her twice. She couldn’t leave, she was made for me! Just when I thought I’d beaten out God’s request, I gave her back. Just like that, she jumped up on His lap. I knew she was weary and only You could give her rest, But I will always know in my heart That she was Your very best!
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For Baby Girl
She runs with her tail wagging,
curled up onto her back.
She peeks back to see that I’m still following her,
Through the meandering tunnels of my memory.
When I catch up to her, she’s sitting patiently,
In front of a screen.
I wander closer to her and her eyes close with pleasure
As I pat her head.
I look to see what flashes on the screen and there
Are all the fun times we’d had.
She smiles eagerly waiting for the next scenes,
Enjoying a life well-lived.
I step back and leave her quietly to enjoy the pictures
Of those she held so dear.
Any time I want to I can step back into my mind
And there in on the screen of my memory,
I will find Baby Girl wagging and romping and running
With glee.
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