I was just eight weeks old when we first met,|
I loved you from the start,
You picked me up and took me home and placed me in your heart.
Good times we had together, we shared all life could throw, but my time has come to go.
I know how much you miss me,
I know your heart is sore,
I see the tears that fall when I'm not Waiting at the Door.
The house is clean and quiet,
The leash is hanging near the door,
You just can't let go but,
Please be brave without me, one day we'll meet once more, for when you're called to Heaven I'll be Waiting at the Door.