by Heidi McManaway
ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN
(By: Heidi McManaway)
The pain of that day was so hard to bear.
I so much miss petting his soft pretty hair.
I cried and wept so much that night,
but I know in my heart it was all so right.
"He is in pain and getting old,"she said.
Pretty soon he'll just be remembered in our head.
As I kneel next to the bed and kiss his face,
I pray to God he is in a better place.
Now that the procedure is all done,
I know Muffin and him are playing and having fun.
When I die whether sixty, seventy, or eighty-seven,
I know I'll be with my best friend again in Heaven.
R.I.P. Honeybear, I love you!
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