by John Wyer
You came into the world
On September 10, two thousand and seven.
Now, as I write this to you,
You are living in heaven.
We had a short time together,
We had a beautiful life.
Now you're up there and cancer free
With Tinker and my wife.
Our time together was too short,
I wish you were still here.
We packed a lot into our time
My little companion so dear.
I could count on you to be there
And say "Daddy, it'll be alright".
You would snuggle close to me
and shine your lovely light.
The pooch smooches you gave to me
Washed the troubles away.
I do so miss them terribly
each and every day.
Happy birthday, my little friend.
You are 10 years old today.
I miss you so, and want you to know
that I'll be with you one day.
H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y, Godiva (Porkchop)