All dogs go to heaven

That is the saying

But why do they have to leave so soon?

She was a beautiful brindle and white

With kind eyes and a warm smile

And would curl with me up on my bed

She was there when I was afraid of the dark

Ad finally allowed me to sleep peacefully

He was just a tired old man

Who once ran off to deliver someone else’s newspaper

Maybe he was mean and a little nasty

But it was obvious the age was seeping into his bones

He spent his golden years in the sunlight

Peacefully resting on a cot

She was taken too soon

He lived out a long life

But one thing they had in common

More than anything else

Was that they were a good dog