Friends
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
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