They Tell Me.......

The day I let you go, my friend,
forever my saddest day.
I sit here hours and hours on end
wondering how I'll find my way.
Others aren't sure what to say
yet each one tries his best,
to ease my pain and misery
and put my grief to rest.
They tell me..."You have memories",
yet as true as this may be,
I'd gladly trade each one of them
to have you here with me.
They tell me..."Oh! You loved him so",
this is something I already know.
I want you to be here, with me,
I didn't want to let you go.
They tell me..."You took great care of him",
there is no doubt of this.
but taking such great care of you
is one of the things I miss.
They tell me..."Time will heal your pain",
I have my doubts of this.
I need to touch your face again
and I need a Gizmo kiss.
They tell me..."He's in a better place",
I pray this to be fact.
All I know is how I feel....
and I simply want you back.

'Mo's Mom Carol
October 1, 2000

And a Little Dog Waits....

A little dog waits patiently,
'Neath the shade of a big leafy tree.
He watches the others romp and play,
But he's found his spot and there he'll stay.

A woman waits with a broken heart,
Remembering it all right from the start.
A funny little pup with a squeaky bark,
A first night at home, a first walk in the park.

The little dog knows there'll come a day,
When the woman returns and comes to play.
He remembers her tears, the sound of her heart
As it shattered the day Death tore them apart.

The woman waits with her silent tears,
Her sorrow, her anger, her quiet fears.
Who's caressing this little dog's golden head...
Who lets him sleep on the foot of their bed?

Ever so patiently the little dog lies...
Ignoring the bunnies and butterflies.
She said she'd come and that makes it true,
He remembers so clearly that she wanted to go too.

He understood that she had to stay,
On that hot July day when he went away.
And a little dog lies in the shade of a tree,
And ever so patiently.....he waits just for me.

'Mo's Mom Carol
August 6, 2001

I Wanted To Go

Each time I left, you wanted to go,
I'd pick up my keys and you would know.
Your whole body shook, your eyes had that gleam,
"A ride in the truck, oh please take me!"

So many times that you couldn't go,
I'd try to explain, so you would know.
"Not today baby, you have to stay,
I'm going to work, there's no place to play."

"Another day Gizmo, no dogs in the store",
All of those reasons and so many more.
And when I came home, there you'd be,
Waiting in the window, watching for me.

Today I told you, "Let's go for a ride",
As ever before, you came to my side.
We got in the truck, I buckled your belt,
No gleam in your eyes, you sensed what I felt.

We arrived at the office and went inside,
My mind was racing, "This was our last ride.
The Bridge is waiting, please find your way there,
The others will help you and treat you with care."

I held you close to calm your fears,
My whole body shook, my eyes filled with tears.
You took your last breath and I want you to know,
This time you left me.....and I wanted to go.

'Mo's Mom Carol
July 18, 2000

A Year of Tears...

A year since you left me...no, that can't be true...
I couldn't go on for a year...without you.
It was just yesterday...when we went out to play...
I know...I remember...just yesterday.

A year since you left me...no, that can't be right...
Only moments have passed since I held you so tight.
Only a year since you left me...no wait, that can't be...
A lifetime has passed...since I held you to me.

A year since you left me...no wait, I recall...
A golden little dog asleep in the hall.
Only moments ago I saw you there...
And last night we sat in our favorite chair.

I remember it all...every hug, every kiss...
I remember, my 'Mo...and it's you that I miss.
A year since you left me...no, that can't be so...
I remember so clearly...and I still want to go.

I remember the moment when we had to part...
I remember the sound of the scream of my heart.
I've counted days, weeks and months with sad tears...
How can it be...I'm now counting by years.

A year since you left me...one year of tears...
Ten for each second of our 14 years.
A year since you left me...yes, I guess it must be...
Be happy at the Bridge...and please...wait for me.

Kaz's Golden Gizmo
5/13/86 - 7/18/00