Specialty
and
All Breeds
Best In Show Winner
12/12/77 - 27/3/93
The ghost
dog stands at the foot of my
bed,
Her head is tilted, but her eyes
are sad.
She's gone to the land where the
good dogs all go,
Where the sun always shines ,and
the cold winds don't blow.
I call her name softly, then
fondle her ears,
And cradle her head, trying to
hold back my tears.
She stays for a while, then
slowly turns away,
She's now always free to wander
and play,
In the fields of her dreams she
has many a friend,
But I know she was mine right up
to the end.
She looks back and I see that
her eyes are now shining,
With a wag of her tail, she
leaves me,
Still crying................
Lynne
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