We’re on our way up a narrow path,
Only taking our living things with us.
One of our belongings has raced ahead of us
And reached the gate before we did
And started a new life up in heaven.
Though we miss her very much
We know she will no longer suffer
On the graveled road that leads there!
(This poem is based on my dog Cocoa who died on Sept 17, 2007 and was born on Dec 7, 1997, almost ten when she died.)
~~Posted by Padme