Somewhere above my little dog waits,
She patiently sits at the glistening gate,
Her eyes once clouded are shining and clear.
Her ears, (long deaf) prick when my voice she hears,
When she see's me she'll bound high and low,
On legs that won't be stiff and slow.
Instead of a collar, she wears a circle of light, She'll welcome me home, all things will be right.
In memory of our beloved Millie who left us six moths ago, and has left an enormous gap in our lives.
