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Brian and CaseyPosted Saturday, January 21, 2012, at 10:40 AM
How many miles have those paws run,
How many faces did Casey lick,
Fully healed, and wating for Brian,
'Arrive with a good running stick.'
Brian and Casey By Arley Steinhour 012012 A brother lost his dog, today, Fourteen years a best friend, So much pain he couldn't play, Casey waits for Brian at other end. Reading Brian's sharing, with a tear, I could tell that Brian's heart did ache, With heartfelt solace, him to cheer, I offer up this comfort, for his sake: A dog is our best buddy, What else could he be, Too vibrant to be fuddy-duddy, And, too much heart to be a tree. The next time that you see him, He'll surely wag his tail, You'll both be young and trim, Together you can run a mile. So, don't feel badly in your heart, You need no tears, for memory, Casey will reside in a special part, Of your heart and Family Tree. Hold your head up, and proclaim, A great dog owned a part of your life, Knowing he'd wait in Snow or rain, Soon together, without mortal strife. AMEN Comments Showing comments in chronological order [Show most recent comments first] |
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Thanks Arley! The Moon....what a cool analogy. Always a companion, through the waxing and waning, whether you see him, or not!