by Bridget Lof
My four year old son and I,
Were watching the clouds today,
When he blew my mind,
With what he had to say,
You see our dog died,
Just yesterday,
And he couldn't understand,
Why?
He had to go away,
He pointed to the mountain,
Just across the way,
That's dog mountain,
And our dogs there today,
He rode an elevator down,
To where he could play,
The grass is always green there,
The sun shines, all day,
The pain in his life,
Has gone away,
And I know, we'll be together again,
Someday!
Now I know you all call that ole flat top, Haystack Mesa.
But to me, it will always be, Dog Mountain!
This was written years ago for my chow Tao. He lived a very short (3 years) painful life due to Lupus! I only pray my son is right, he was the gentlest sweet heart. He never even had an accident in the house, never chewed or dug holes and he loved everyone and I still miss him terribly 4 years later.
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