A part of me died,
The araw 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 madami 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 mani Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
The araw 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 madami 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 mani Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
