Happy Birthday, my sweet darling little Daisy-dog,
this is your second birthday in Heaven.
I didn’t cry one tear
in front of my colleague’s at work,
but I allowed myself a few before work
and I allowed the floodgates to open
when I got home.
I know God and Flicka and Tigger
will have given you a wonderful party
with all your animal and animally people friends
and I am happy for you,
but I miss you (and Flicka and Tigger) so much.
My Daisy-darling, I want to hold you tight
and cuddle your soft white curls
and do Eskimo kiss, nose to nose
as I gaze into your darling little blind eyes
that I could feel, saw so much
and that are completely restored
to full sight now.
I want to hear your joyful little squeals of delight
with your precious little paws on the window-sill
when I returned home
and feel the mutually adoring welcome at the door
with your tail wagging a thousand to the dozen
and your little paws so gently on Mommy’s knees.
Mommy will be with you again one day,
not soon, I don’t think, but eventually,
and then you and Tigger and Flicka
and Benji and Cleo and me
will be together forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem