I'll lend you for a little while a foal of mine god said
For you to love and mourn for when he's dead
It may be one or thirty years or maybe more than these
But will you till I call him back, take care of him for me
I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true
And from the throngs that crowd lifes lanes I have selected you
Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labour vain
Nor hate me when I come to call and take him back again
Will you shelter him with tenderness and love him while you may
And for the happiness you've known, forever greatful stay
But should the angels call on you much sooner than you'd planned
Brave the bitter grief that comes and please try to understand.

A friend sent me this shortly after we lost Robbie, taken from us far sooner than we'd planned. No longer with us in the flesh, but forever in our hearts.