When you were young
you used to run and together we would play;
Now you're content upon your mat, to watch me through the day.
You used to hear a
pin drop; when I whistled you always came;
Now you cannot hear a thing - not even when I call your name.
Your pretty ears have
suffered pain but you very seldom complain;
We've walked together through sun and shadow and even through
Although you cannot
hear me, you listen very well;
You know when I am talking to you - it's so easy to tell.
Your eyes, your tail,
your smile, your kiss, you use to answer me;
If I searched the whole world over, no dearer friend there'd be.
You never seemed to
mind that there were just we two;
I used to worry that I, alone, would not be enough for you.
Now, through time,
we're a great old pair - we communicate just fine;
If you feel just a little happy - the blessings have really been
For the joy and comfort
you've given me, I thank you, little friend;
Our angel will always watch over us - right to the rainbow's end.
Joan Adams Burchell
note: I had to say my last goodbye to my dear Jenny on December
8, 2003. She was 15-1/2.
Perhaps, someday, I will be able to write another poem about her.
Right now - my heart is breaking.
March, 2005 ~ A dear
lady, Renee, has made a beautiful page for Jenny on her site of
Please visit her here.
Thank you, Renee. It is so appreciated that you made a page for
my angel Jenny.