by Vickie McDonald
Happy birthday little Sheba,
Mommy misses your bright smile,
But God has taken you from me
To live with Him for just a while.
I know that you are happy there
With all your Rainbow friends,
But Honey I must tell you
That this aching never ends.
I miss the way you laid with me,
Your sweet and gentle purr,
I miss our conversations
And I long to stroke your fur.
Your memory is everywhere
Yet you I cannot find,
I pray each night to God above
To ease my heart and mind.
Today you would be seven,
We still had so much to do!
How could I have ever guessed
That today I would be missing you?
Your little sister, Isis, and I
Will try to spread some cheer,
We'll open gifts and sing some songs,
And pretend that you are here.
And then tonight before I sleep
I'll pray to God above
That in my dreams He'll let me see
The face that I most love.
Happy birthday, little Sheba,
The Angel I adore,
One day soon we'll meet again
And Mommy will cry no more.
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