by Pamela Hardimon
Friends are never forgotten
No matter what shape or form they're in
Whether their time is fifty or five
They're memory remains alive
Friends don't just disappear
Though they may seem far, they're always near
Those that the heart never forgets
Will always be beside you in spirit
Though my heart is distressed, it's comfort to know
That, into Oblivion, she did not go
Nor to the ground to remain forever
But up to her Creator, Wolfsbane arose.
Someone's cruel act stole her away
So now I'll just wait for that day
When Earth passes away and the Lord descends
And Wolfie and I can run and play
Forever.
Friends like Wolfsbane are never forgotten
No matter what shape or doggie form they're in
Though her years in total numbered only five
In my heart and in Heaven she is alive
My best friend has gone on ahead
But I am not the only one who will be led
Heaven's gates await you and me
Where we'll be with our fur babies for eternity