DyckDogs
Boxer Insane
Not sure why, but this last week I have been having a hard time dealing with the loss of our Quincy this past June. Not sure why. This week has no special meaning of any sort, other than it is another week that he is no longer in our lives.
Maybe it's because I know that spring is around the corner and we always had so much fun with him outside when the snow was gone and the grass was green.
Anyways, I wrote this poem for him this morning.
I still miss our boy and I still cry for him as I am sure many of you also do for your babies that have gone to the bridge.
The Day You Got Your Wings
As I sit and write this note, my eyes, they shed a tear
Because I think of you my bud, who is no longer here.
The day you got your wings my friend is as clear as night and day
The pictures play back in my mind, they will not go away.
You came to us at 8 weeks old, so playful, full of zest.
But then one day, God called you home, so I laid you down to rest.
I had no time to say goodbye, it happened way to fast
I tried to comfort you my sweet as the breath you took, your last.
I held you in my arms my love, I cried for you my sweet
But you were gone, your body still, your heart no longer beat.
You were only three years old, I do not understand
Why God would want you at the Bridge, what was it He had planned.
Now as I sit with thoughts of you, I think I know the deal
God wanted you as much as I, because of your appeal.
He knew a Boxer as a dog, was strong and full of love
That's why he wanted you my dear, to guard His home above.
I'm sure that you are 'beaning', playing with the other girls and boys
And God is laughing at you as you try to steal their toys
You're at the Rainbow Bridge my love, and this I know for sure
Your safe, your warm, your happy, as God's love for you is pure.
So now I can take comfort, although the pain still clings
God wrapped his arms around you, the day you got your wings.
Godspeed my sweet Quincy.
Maybe it's because I know that spring is around the corner and we always had so much fun with him outside when the snow was gone and the grass was green.
Anyways, I wrote this poem for him this morning.
I still miss our boy and I still cry for him as I am sure many of you also do for your babies that have gone to the bridge.
The Day You Got Your Wings
As I sit and write this note, my eyes, they shed a tear
Because I think of you my bud, who is no longer here.
The day you got your wings my friend is as clear as night and day
The pictures play back in my mind, they will not go away.
You came to us at 8 weeks old, so playful, full of zest.
But then one day, God called you home, so I laid you down to rest.
I had no time to say goodbye, it happened way to fast
I tried to comfort you my sweet as the breath you took, your last.
I held you in my arms my love, I cried for you my sweet
But you were gone, your body still, your heart no longer beat.
You were only three years old, I do not understand
Why God would want you at the Bridge, what was it He had planned.
Now as I sit with thoughts of you, I think I know the deal
God wanted you as much as I, because of your appeal.
He knew a Boxer as a dog, was strong and full of love
That's why he wanted you my dear, to guard His home above.
I'm sure that you are 'beaning', playing with the other girls and boys
And God is laughing at you as you try to steal their toys
You're at the Rainbow Bridge my love, and this I know for sure
Your safe, your warm, your happy, as God's love for you is pure.
So now I can take comfort, although the pain still clings
God wrapped his arms around you, the day you got your wings.
Godspeed my sweet Quincy.