And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around him,
and whispered "Come with me."
God saw he was getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around him,
and whispered "Come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched him suffer,
and saw him fade away.
Although we couldn't bear to lose him,
we could not bid him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working paws laid to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
he only takes the best.
Everyone misses you, Willy.
God rest your soul.
I hope you are having fun playing ball
in heaven.
Tribute to the old dog WILLY
Funny faced furry with a growl
and a grin
winding your way to each heart
you could win.
Grabbing more food then your small self could eat
always there
at John's feet.
Bright shining eyes full of glee
finally dim.
The best in the world.
Now so sad
without him.
May the best of his memories
warm the nights and your heart
and all that was him
remain with you as a part.
No more vets, no more tears,
no more hurts, no more pain.
Just the hope of a heaven
with him now remains.
Where the balls and the love
will be there waiting still
just the same but forever
The best dog
Good ole Will.
Theresa Nuckolls 9/27/99
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