When Tomorrow Starts Without Me...
by Becky Hand
When Tomorrow Starts Without Me....... When tomorrow starts without me and Im not there to see; The sun will rise and find your eyes are filled with tears for me. I wish so much you wouldnt cry the way you did tonight, Remembering how Id lay in bed between you and Dad at night. I know how much you love me, as much as I love you, And each time that you think of me, I know youll miss me too. But when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand, An angel came and called my name and stroked me with her hand. She said my place was ready in Heaven far above, And that Id have to leave behind all those I dearly love. But, as I turned to heel away, a tear fell from my eye, For all my life I never thought that I would have to die. I had so much to live for, so many friends to find anew It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you. I thought about our lives together, I know you must be sad, I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had. Remember how Id be a bunny and a baby too And sometimes Id be Daddys girl when Buddy was with you. If I could relive yesterday, just even for awhile, Id wag my tail and kiss you, so I could see you smile. But, then I fully realized, that this could never be; For emptiness and memories will take the place of me. And when I thought of treats and toys, I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you and when I did, my dog-heart filled with sorrow. But then I walked through Heavens gate, and felt so much at home; As God looked down and smiled at me, from His golden throne. He said, This is eternity, and now we welcome you, Today your life on earth is past, but here it starts anew. You have been so faithful, so trusting, loyal and true; Though there were times you did things, you knew you shouldnt do. But good dogs are forgiven, and now at last youre free; You can sit here by my side, and wait right here with me. So when tomorrow starts without me, dont think were far apart. For every time you think of me, Im right there, in your heart.
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