| Kirby,
My Treasured Friend I
lost a treasured friend today The
little dog who used to lay His
gentle head upon my knee And
shared his silent thoughts with me. Hell
come no longer to my call Retrieve
no more his favorite ball A
voice far greater than my own Has
called him to His golden throne. Although
my eyes are filled with tears I
thank Him for the happy years He
let him spend down here with me And
for his love and loyalty. When
it is time for me to go And
join him there, this much I know I
shall not fear the transient dark For
he will greet me with his bark. December
19, 1992 October 30, 2002 |