by Mary Carolyn Davies


"Come with Me"

                        God saw that he was ill, 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.
             And although we loved him dearly, we could not make him stay.
                   A Golden heart stopped beating, he finally lay to rest;
                God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.

"That would be a low-grade sort of Heaven,
                         And I'd never regret a damned sin
                     If I rush up to the gates white and pearly,
                         And they don't let my Malamite in."
                           Pat O'Cotter - A Malamute Dog

He is your friend, your partner,
your defender, your dog.
You are his life, his love, his leader.
He will be yours, faithful and true,
To the last beat of his heart.
You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
(unknown author)


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