It's never wise to get a dog
When you are very old.
Cos if you kick the bucket
It will be left out in the cold.
But if you get the timing right
And this would be just luck
You could grow old together
And together kick the buck.
With Midge my little terrier,
It's lucky I might be.
Cos doggie years are shorter
And she's catching up with me.
There's a poem about a Rainbow Bridge
What an unkown author writ
Far too long to quote on here
Because it wouldn't fit.
We could cross that bridge together
But I think that's rather droll,
Cos I'm pretty sure that Midge and I
Will finish up down a hole.
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The Rainbow Bridge
By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
Is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
When their time on earth is over and done.
For here, between this world and the next,
Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.
They romp through the grass, without even a care,
Until one day they start, and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.
For just at that instant, their eyes have met;
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their parting is over at last.
The sadness they felt while they were apart,
Has turned into joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
And then, side-by-side, they cross over… together.