By R.S.S. Andersen © copyright 2003
There are fond memories my friend of crimson red
Cast on the sand from the setting sun
I remember the smile in your eyes and across your face
As we took our evening runs
Like a slow motion scene in a classic film
Images pass with fondness through my mind
Together we shared the greatest bond
Two of God's creatures could ever find
There were times we laid in grassy fields
And I held you close within my arms
Weekend journeys to our special place
Where you spent hours splashing in a murky pond
You were my friend, my protector, my dearest love
By my side you stood through thick and thin
Sometimes at night, I hold my pillow tight
Wishing you could be here with me once again
Your clumsy little paws sliding across slippery floors
Chewed furniture and tattered shoes
Yelping and barking, endless begging and harping
Toys from your box that you would carefully choose
The panic in my eyes, my quick forward lunge
As you started to squat on the living room rug
Towels and pillows, ropes and pant legs
And all the other things you playfully tugged
Your head rested on my lap hoping for scraps
During each of the big holiday meals
Disappearing without a trace,food left in a conspicuous place
That on more than one occasion you happened to steal
Baths were a chore, you clawed at the door
Suds flew in all directions when you would frantically shake
Together we would tussle as I used all my muscle
To towel dry your pitiful face
Never will I forget, for you were much more than a pet
Ours was the most rewarding relationship I have ever known
I dream of another chance to see you playfully prance
On a beach through the watery foam
I long to partake in a fetch and possibly a catch
To once more experience a "Tug Of War"
I hope again a day will come
When I can see you sliding across slippery floors
In my heart I believe, this can possibly be
But I will have to live my life as a person that is kind and
I'll have to give others loyalty and unconditional love
Just like I was always given by you
I know there is a possibility, that if I do these things
A chance to be with you I may by God be given
For as we all know, the way the old story goes
All good dogs end up going to heaven.
Make a place for me on the bed my dearest friend
I'll try to be there soon . . .
Paws For Reflection - authored and copyrighted
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is Russ Andersen?
Queenie was born in January of 1991
From the bottom of my heart I thank you for helping to
provide comfort to all owners who have lost a beloved pet.
You do not know how deeply your thoughtfulness has touched me.
People like you make this world a better place to live in.
She came to live with us April 11, 1991
She developed diabetes on April 23, 1995
She was entrusted
into the Hands of God on March 3rd, 2003
Her legacy will continue forever!