Sassy I have had you for half of my life... I am twelve, and you died when you six. You were oh so young. This is deadicated to my beloved Sassy. Sassy died by getting attacked by two pitbulls at the vet clinic after surviving two back surgeries... The tech ignored the signs saying that dogs were out there, and let Sassy out anyways.
Sorry Sassy you had to die in such a painful way... Here is a poem for you
that I wrote and copyrighted for you.
Life is always ever turning, and the night is always breathing.
The wind carries our hopes and our dreams to far off places where it seems
That someone else can get a beautiful thing.
The terrors of the night get taken by the ground
And then grow into flowers to let you all know,
That with each death or sadness something beautiful comes out
And out stands all of sorrow.
With each breath of the night comes a whisper of angels,
That are just trying to untangle all this unfortunate events
And this sadness that vents into the lives of others around you
But know that with each flower there is someone looking out for you.
That for each flower is someone up there's view of your life,
So they are always with you through out your life
And in the cover of the night.
Even if you can't hear them, just know that they are there and
Always watching you for the ones that have died
Cannot bear being without the world they were once in.
Especially you, the one they love no matter what they say,
And they tell you that they are okay...
Sorry Sassy you had to die in such a painful way... Here is a poem for you
that I wrote and copyrighted for you.
Life is always ever turning, and the night is always breathing.
The wind carries our hopes and our dreams to far off places where it seems
That someone else can get a beautiful thing.
The terrors of the night get taken by the ground
And then grow into flowers to let you all know,
That with each death or sadness something beautiful comes out
And out stands all of sorrow.
With each breath of the night comes a whisper of angels,
That are just trying to untangle all this unfortunate events
And this sadness that vents into the lives of others around you
But know that with each flower there is someone looking out for you.
That for each flower is someone up there's view of your life,
So they are always with you through out your life
And in the cover of the night.
Even if you can't hear them, just know that they are there and
Always watching you for the ones that have died
Cannot bear being without the world they were once in.
Especially you, the one they love no matter what they say,
And they tell you that they are okay...
