A Yorkie Waits In Heaven
A dear little friend and companion was he,
Who came every evening and sat on my knee.
He was bright as a button, he brought us his ball,
And we played in the garden in the shade of the wall.
He didn't ask much, just a meal and his bed,
Or a walk in the fields, (we would stroll where he led.)
Our little man, and our doglet we called him
The loyalty he gave us was really enthralling.
Two little dark eyes, now shuttered and closed
Once shone out so brightly, his little wet nose
Would nuzzle my hand and show me such care,
When e'er I was weary or feeling despair.
We little realised how much we would grieve ,
When we said our goodbyes,(or the huge gap he'd leave.)
I know he will wait for me, where he has gone,
He'll be there at the gate to guide me along,
We'll be re-united and ne'er more will part.
There's a Yorkie in Heaven, with a Rottweiller's heart.
© Vonnie Pearce. 7.10.2001