Ebby's Page

In Loving Memory of Ebby
Black Chow Mix
Born May ‘97
Died December 10, 1997


I use to love to run & play
I enjoyed my life so much each day.
But then one day I didn't quite feel
like running & playing, the pain was so real.

I tried to sleep - to be alone.
Hoped when I woke, it would be gone.
But with each hour & with each breath
I felt so bad, it felt like death.

Now mom has seen I'm not myself,
That I'm no longer in good health.
She comes for me & we leave home,
a big backyard no more to roam.

I'm put into a cold hard cage
To wait for them - my health to gauge.
It's lonely here, I want my mom
to come & get me - take me home.

But with each minute I feel more pain.
I've lost the ground I'd hoped to gain.
My stomach's turning, I feel so sick.
This hit so fast, like a ton of brick.

Mom's come for me! can we now go?
Let's leave this place, & none to slow.
I know I'm sick & feel real bad,
withdrawn, depressed, but I'm not mad!

I want my bed & home with you.
I'm sure your love can bring me through.
Already I feel comfort in your arms,
giving me strength to show my charms.

You're resting now in this small room,
attempting for my coat to groom.
Your voice is sweet, it's home I feel
here in your lap, a warmth so real!

Somehow my pain is fading away.
Is there healing power in your hands that lay
upon my head with gentle touch?
A voice so sweet - that I love so much.

The room is darker now I think.
Your voice and touch a soothing link
to places beyond that I've not seen.
So near, yet far, it seems a dream.

I think that I must go there now.
My time has come and yet somehow
I feel like I should stay with you.
But you now tell me go and do

what I must do to get some peace.
It's fine with you, get my release
from all the suffering and pain I feel.
That God will make me whole and heal

this precious body of his own making,
the one from you that he is taking.
Your voice and touch will go with me
to treasure through eternity.


And as her spirit floats away,
her death to be marked upon this day,
the sweet little baby that blessed my days
will shower the earth with golden rays

of sunshine, a bright and cheerful light.
To mark her brief visit and then her flight
into the grace of God's loving home. 
The meadows of the Bridge she now can roam.
Author - Terri Vest © 1997