Your favorite chair is vacant now...
No eager barks to greet me.
No softly padded paws to run
Ecstatically to meet me.
No coaxing rubs, no plaintive cry
I will never say it's time for feeding again.
I've put away your bowl, and all
The things you won't be needing;
But I will miss you little friend,
For I could never measure
The happiness you brought me,
The comfort and the pleasure.
And since God put you here to share
In earthly joy and sorrow;
I'm sure there'll be a place for you
In Heaven's bright tomorrow...
By,
Megan Dugan
Originally written by Alice E Chase and printed in True Story Magazine in the 70's
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the second poem you have posted as yours. FYI: Without the consent of the original author you are committing a crime aka plagiarism. An Angel is by Edward R. Stiner Sr.07-12-2005 Four Feet in Heaven Alice E Chase