IN MEMORY OF GIXSER

From the moment I saw you --I put you on hold.
And when I brought you home - you were only seven weeks old.
You were quite the character - when you were in your prime.
You even had your own closet - with more clothes in it than mine.
Yes, you wore quite the apparel - for everyone to see
A jacket, a scarf, a spiked leather collar - all just for me.
I would take you to look at - all the CHRISTMAS LIGHTS.
You were such a good girl - you never started any fights.
You were like my only child - in each and every way.
In fact, you were more disciplined, - than most kids are today..
And the older you became - the more loyal you seemed to be
With out a doubt,- you always knew,- how to love, - unconditionally.
And Id ask GOD If my dog - could live to be seventy - four.
Like a bird or a turtle, - why they live to be more !
I suppose that would have been - to selfish of me.
To ask GOD for that - for everyone to see.
So I bought this fine book - two months in advance,
called, :"FOR THE LOSS OF A PET" - and I gave it a glance.
It helped me in many ways - and I learned quite a bit,
But nothing prepares you - for when that day finally hits.
The day when one's life, - must come to an end.
I've not only lost a dog, -- I've lost my best friend.
I can't help but look back - on the day that you died.
You were here in my room - rite here by my side.
I was calling out your name - from the bottom of my heart,
But the selfish side of me, - didn't want to see us part.
You were Eleven years old, - or should I say Seventy-Seven ?
And I know, - because I believe, all good dogs go straight to HEAVEN.
Somehow and in someway,- I have to be strong,
for you, - for me, - I have to move on.
I believe in your spirit. - I've kept your ashes within,
I will always keep praying, - in hope we meet once again.
Now every time I read this - a tear fills my eye,
The hardest part for me, - was to finally say goodbye.

IN MEMORY OF GIXSER
JUNE 18,1990 ~ SEPT. 22, 2001
By
Milos J Busic