by Brenda
(Los Angeles, CA United States)
Spike, I Miss you My good old Boy R.I.P. 2004-July 27 2010
I prayed with all I had
I asked the big man up there to give you more time
But I guess the time was up, no more pain, no more suffering
It's hard to accept it, but thinking of the good old days will make it easier.
Waking up, I thought I heard you and your happy paws
But I woke up with a river of tears instead.
I went outside, still with that motivation called Hope
I looked for you, even asked my old man where you were
He said you were resting in that place called home
In that place where all your days would be filled with happiness, pain free.
My heart denied to believe the truth
I went to look for you in that spot which you loved to lie in
But you were no longer there
He told me you were resting, he told me you were home
I was led to the place you were laid to rest
My spirit, restless and sorrowful, let down a thousand tears
Laying next to you as you would've done
You were my good old faithful boy.
Now I know, Now I understand
One never really knows what he has till it's gone
But deep within me I know
If there's a place called doggy Heaven
You sure made it
For you are still my faithful dog
I know you're waiting on me, my faithful pup.