I held you in my arms last night and sang a few old hymns.
I placed you in the Savior's hands, praying your suffering would come to an end.
Maybe, someday you'll beg for a goodie and jump in my arms again,
and we'll take walks along God's paths my tiny little friend.
You were my delight; a shoe hiding, tail-wagging, stick fetching sight.
You blessed me with your all, time will heal my grieving heart and my tears will cease to fall.
Though I weep now, my heart will mend
and I'll dream of the day we'll cuddle and play, my tiny little friend.
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