In Memory of the "Maggs" by Judith western

In Memory of the "Maggs"

by Judith western

A squirrel she saw and she ran in the street And in one split second she was dead at my feet A hit and run driver sped down the street I heard the thud and I heard her last cry Her body shuddered and my mouth went dry I picked her up in my two arms Gone was her soul and her puppyish charms Though 11 yrs old she had young dog ways Shed sleep in my bed, and brighten my days She loved us to death and to death do us part The Mags, when she died, took a piece of our heart To lose the Mags was one of my fears To love such a dog for so many years She has killed her last possum and chased her last squirrel This little stout Mags worth more then diamonds and pearls This house is so quiet, cold and still And the driver sped on .. though my dog he did kill In heaven I know for Mags there is space Shes chased her last squirrel and run her last race JVW

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