by Jean Mccolgan Mccolgan
He is so old now, and almost lame, He barely walks to me, when I call his name. When I lay his puggy head next to mine, I can hear the angels whisper, It's almost time. I know from losing dogs in he past how deep and long the grief can last. As I look to the heavens toward rainbow bridge I can see my Rosebud On that tall grassy ridge. Its ok mommy, let him come to me, he will be happy here , you wait and see. Remember mom what you said long ago, you"ll join us someday when its your time to go.... So I wait and see, with a broken heart, till he takes the path , and we must part. When I get to this beautiful place , I"ll find all my dogs and they lick my face, and the sun will be shining, and the grass oh so green, Oh, look at the rainbow, Look at it gleam! we run up that hill, so fast, so fast, peace , love and together, home.... home .... at last. Jean Mccolgan