Where, oh where, did my Sasha dog go?
It matters to me. I really need to know.
Is she in Heaven where she is healthy and does not hurt?
Or is she no where at all, her little being returned into the dirt?

Where, oh where, is Sasha dog now?
Did she ascend into Heaven upon taking her final bow?
Did my breath of love give her eternal life?
Or did I die with her at the stab of death's brutal knife?

Sasha dog, sweet Sasha love, hear me wherever you are
I love and miss you greatly and I call you from afar
I pray you are in Heaven with wings in that golden land
May God give you extra kisses as you continue to lick His hand.

Have you found my unborn baby whom I never held within my arms?
I know you reign as its mama with all your special charms
For you, too, were a guardian without a child of your own
We were there for each other, more than anyone else could have ever known.

The times you had to be the wise old woman are those I never will forget
You hugged my heart and licked my tears when I became upset
And, you, my precious angel were the little girl to whom I never gave birth
Sasha, our Lord must be so happy with you for all that you were worth.

Where, oh where, did my Sasha dog go?
God, is she really with you waiting for the end of my own show?
I beg you, Lord, to have her next to Jesus waiting at the pearly gate
When they call my name, I promise not to be late!

Where, oh, where is my Sasha dog now?
I know we laid her to rest behind Dad's old rusty plow
But is she really there out in the country underneath all that dirt?
I walked away and left her there, but carry with me the same old hurt.

Where, oh where, did my Sasha dog go?
It matters to me. I really need to know...

Melissa E. Wisener-Farr
Written May 22, 2006 (Exactly seven months and one day from the day Sasha died.)