You have a special place, Dear Lord that we know you always keep. A special place reserved for dogs, to peacefully fall asleep. A place with fluffy pillows, and a yard for hiding bacon and doggie biscuits, with a babbling creek that rushes over stones, with wide green fields and trees with squirrels jumping back and forth on the tree limbs; where a puppy named Meagan who loves to look up and wants to catch the squirrels. Lord, we know you keep this special place, for we know that |
D O G spelled backwards is G O D.
So, we give you back this special puppy named Meagan. Give her the love that we gave her. Give her the strength that she might run and play again. Give her the love that we so much had for her just as your Son had for us. She will be dearly missed, Dear Lord, but Meagan can now run and romp and play in your land. Speak softly to our baby. Meagan loves for her head to be rubbed, a certain spot close to her back end to be rubbed and most important -- when she rolls over, rub her tummy.