| A little girl with fine curly hair, Was given a puppy so she’d learn to care. She was told to be gentle, he had to be fed, And if she was good, he could sleep on her bed. This little girl so gentle and kind. No better home this puppy would find. She insisted on Marzac for a name. Anything else just wasn’t the same. Over the months a strong bond did grow, That only a child and a dog would know. They played for hours and biscuits she fed. Always at night he slept on her bed. He followed her the whole day long. Only to her he did belong. The love they had grew day by day, And by her side he would stay. One day, through a hole in the fence he went. To look for him all day was spent. Searching for him near and far, Until they were told he was hit by a car. To the little girl who had so much love, Was told he was happy with angels above. Every day she would sit and stare, and ask why Marzac wasn’t there. For weeks she said “Marzac’s my dog. Her mother would listen and her eyes would fog. Then one day without any fear, Shouted and said “Marzac is here” For over an hour she stayed on the floor. Playing with Marzac like before. “Marzac is here and he wants to play, He’s come to see me but he cannot stay” Her beautiful eyes all aglow. She said that Marzac had to go. “Marzac has gone with the angels to play, He won’t come again, and he will not stay”. From then on in to this very day. The name of Marzac she will not say. So of course a new puppy came home. So both of them together could roam. This little girl with love in her heart. She stayed so close, they were never apart. She named him Bobby, so gentle she’d play. Then Bobby went and died the same way. “He’s gone with the angels” Her eyes went dim. “Never again will I play with him” She was very quiet, her thoughts went deep. As she grows, these thoughts she’ll keep. Like all of us her days did pass. Until she said “Bobby’s on the grass” Was it a dream, or was it all true? Perhaps it happens to only a few. She said “ Let’s visit the angels today, So with Bobby I can play” This special child, her love so true. Her parents didn’t know what to do. For her to be sad, it wasn’t her style. Anything, to see her beautiful smile So to the shops for a dog who’ll play. She hopes this one isn’t taken away. This dog has her love like her dogs in the past. We hope and we pray that this dog will last. This dear little girl is so very aware. And wonders each morning if Sally is there. .All of these words are so very true. So Maddie my love, this poems for you. The bond with your dogs is so real. I know in my heart just how you feel. . |
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