I had a dream one night.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I сказал(-а) to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
дночерпатель, окучник, снаппер and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are Ты all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But дночерпатель, окучник, снаппер needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I сказал(-а) to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
дночерпатель, окучник, снаппер and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are Ты all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But дночерпатель, окучник, снаппер needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
A part of me died,
The день Ты left the world.
Ты had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
Ты were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved Ты еще than anything,
And Ты loved me just the same.
Ты didn't mind, even though Ты knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
Ты and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do Ты still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without Ты ringing the doorbell.
Ты were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are Ты still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift арахис Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
The день Ты left the world.
Ты had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
Ты were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved Ты еще than anything,
And Ты loved me just the same.
Ты didn't mind, even though Ты knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
Ты and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do Ты still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without Ты ringing the doorbell.
Ты were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are Ты still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift арахис Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
Peanut Butter as a puppy
Hello, my old friend. How are Ты today? Are Ты okay? Oh, why am I talking to you? Ты cannot hear a word I say. Whether I tell Ты to sit или stay, Ты can no longer obey. Ты sleep the день away. Ты don't play fetch anymore. Who cares? I didn't enjoy it anyway. All right, okay, I did enjoy it. I miss those days when Ты wanted to play. I miss the days when Ты could hear me. Yet I still talk to you. I'd like to believe, with all my heart, I'd like to believe you're still listening. I'd like to believe Ты can feel me. Ты may be gray in the muzzle, and Ты walk with a limp, and you're half blind, but Ты still care. I know, I know, and I know that Ты still Любовь me. Do Ты know I still Любовь you?
