Saturday, November 24
In Memory of a Friend
To Our Little Orphan,
1998 - 2012
Someone didn’t want you
In the fall of ‘98,
So they tossed you on a country road
Who cared? What was your fate?
You were just a baby then -
Not more than eight weeks old;
You made a window well your bed
While shivering in the cold.
We heard you’d wandered through the streets
While trying to survive;
In Chris’ arms he brought you home
So you could stay alive.
You loved us from the very start;
We caught your silent plea:
“I want to make my home with you,
And join your family.”
You shared with us your playful ways,
And laughter filled our place -
Bright ribbons, lights and shoelaces
Were what you liked to chase.
You never uttered one complaint
Or spoke an angry word.
Sharing days and nights with us
Was all that you preferred.
You gave us peace and comfort
When you’d lay across a lap;
A quiet calm would end the day
When we would rest and nap.
The day came when we realized
Old age would take its toll;
We saw that you weren’t feeling well,
Which was beyond control.
Whatever was bound to happen now;
We just could not foresee;
We helped give you a fighting chance,
But it wasn’t meant to be.
I looked into your weary face
And saw life growing tough;
You hinted with unspoken words
That you ‘had had enough’.
I said goodbye to you today -
‘Twas difficult to do;
Though sadness loomed, I knew it was
The kindest thing for you.
Farewell will never cut our bond
Nor the love we shared for years.
Undying love lives in my heart,
And fond memories dry my tears.