by Donna Truax
He runs in golden splendor
Across a field of green.
No aches or pains to slow him
No vision he can't see
The children gather round him
He's happy as can be.
To run and jump and play
At last our dog is free.
And though we miss him dearly
To hold him was a sin
For he's happy now in Heaven
And one day we'll meet again.