Are you coming back?
Will you be black?
Will you be gold?
The story I must know.
Do you want to be big, or do you want to be small?
I don't care, I would hold you tight and never let you go.
I miss your smell, and would fall in love with you as you can tell.
It's okay, either way, I will know.
I've gotten my hints, I'll take my chance.
When I find you, I will dance!
My heart will flow, my tears will show.
I need you back, you don't have to be black!
Only the Lord knows, if you'll be gold!
I know what I've been told, so I hope it goes.
The puppies have been born, I dont want to mourn.
If you come back,I will never slack.
I will take better care of you,
I won't even yell for chewing up my shoe.
I will make my promises and keep them tight,
I will tuck you in each and everynight.
Lots of love you will get,
For once again being my pet!
I love you Sammie Jo!
I know this time you will be gold!
Love you mama xoxxoxxoxo