How come there seems to be no trace of life
No hint of purpose, only tears and the strife

Why did you have to go so quickly away?
Weren't all good dogs to come home to stay?

Why did the years pass so swiftly by?
And now, it seems all I can do is cry?

Cry for the loss, the fears, and the shame
Weeping at the mention or thought of your name...

Missing the gentle, great spirit so deep
Watching in anguish, the pain turned to sleep

Sleep that is restful, forever and kind
Though it seems like someone has pulled down the blind...

Beatrice I miss you, still you'll always be there...
Even though I can't see you or feel your soft hair...

I will always remember, when no one else would
The times that you listened, like you thought that you should

Even though you will no longer be with me, at least not in flesh
I will always remember you, and so I feel blessed

To know and to love a dog in your time here on earth
Is to live, for you see the miracle of what this life's really worth.

Tricia