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In Loving Memory



God saw he was getting tired

and a cure was not to be,

so he put his arms around him

and whispered " Come with me "

With tearful eyes you watched

as he began to fade away.

Although you loved him dearly

you could not make him stay.

A golden heart stopped beating

soft, strong paws to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us

he takes only the very best.



Written by: Caroline Jones NV