I had a dream one night.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I said to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
snapper, anchova, caranga and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are you all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But snapper, anchova, caranga needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I said to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
snapper, anchova, caranga and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are you all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But snapper, anchova, caranga needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
A part of me died,
The dia you left the world.
You had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
You were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved you mais than anything,
And you loved me just the same.
You didn't mind, even though you knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
You and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do you still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without you ringing the doorbell.
You were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are you still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift amendoim Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
The dia you left the world.
You had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
You were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved you mais than anything,
And you loved me just the same.
You didn't mind, even though you knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
You and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do you still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without you ringing the doorbell.
You were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are you still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift amendoim Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
Peanut Butter as a puppy
Hello, my old friend. How are you today? Are you okay? Oh, why am I talking to you? You cannot hear a word I say. Whether I tell you to sit or stay, you can no longer obey. You sleep the dia away. You don't play fetch anymore. Who cares? I didn't enjoy it anyway. All right, okay, I did enjoy it. I miss those days when you wanted to play. I miss the days when you could hear me. Yet I still talk to you. I'd like to believe, with all my heart, I'd like to believe you're still listening. I'd like to believe you can feel me. You may be gray in the muzzle, and you walk with a limp, and you're half blind, but you still care. I know, I know, and I know that you still amor me. Do you know I still amor you?
