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Ttreasure TREASURE 29/5/1984 to 2/6/1998 My little pal passed on today, my precious little mate A part of me went with her, we’ll meet at St Peters gate If beauty could be measured and loyalty could be weighed The tape measure’s not big enough and scales have not been made. These modern things could never cope with all her little ways Her lovely eyes so joyful as she danced and romped and played She’d line up in the kitchen, as if to help me cook And when it was her dinner time, she could read me like a book And if I did not go to bed when she thought it was time She’d stamp her feet and glare at me, this little pal of mine When coffee’s made there was no peace, until she had her share I’m not quite sure how I can cope, her loss is hard to bear This monsterous thing called cancer, has taken her from me But every little memory is here for all to see The fourteen years we had her, could fill a million books Of the joy and love she gave us, with her special little looks She was sent to me at Darwin, when she was six weeks old The first time that she looked at me, I knew that I was sold She traveled all the outback , to all the jobs we had We can’t believe we’ve lost her, her parting is so sad Although she couldn’t speak a word she could make us understand Just what her mind was thinking and what for us she’d planned When Kevin told us what was wrong, it was four weeks till she went He gently put her down to sleep, her life on earth was spent. Now trees will grow and flowers will bloom where she is laid to rest In her padded bed, pink satin lined, fit for a wee princess I covered it with teddy bears and laid two upon her pillow Now she is gone and we are left to grieve in all our sorrow. MY LOVELY LITTLE SILKY TERRIER by Thelma Claydon |
Additional Notes:
It is really too hard to describe some one so beautiful and loyal You would remember her Vic as a little bundle of fluff up in Darwin
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