Bye, Dulcie And Babies

[kelpies4me]

I am so sorry for your loss. I wrote a poem some months ago, inspired by the loss of my pup's father, who was a grand sheepdog.

When Sheepdogs Die...

When Sheepdogs Die they don't go to the Rainbow bridge

They wait, at the gate of the pasture in the sky

They sit and wait, patiently like they always did in their mortal days

The pasture is as big as they eye can see

There are rolling hills dotted with sheep

Waiting for their Shepherd, and his dog

It may be many years, but the sheepdog will wait

He is faithful, always was, and even more so now

See, he has his freedom, now that he has left the bounds of earth

But, more than ever, he feels he must wait

For this pasture is the one that will surpass the others

There are no real fences, just wonderful sheep, rolling hills

And all the time in the world

Why would there be a gate you ask?

So the shepherd could find his sheepdog

So, when your sheepdog loses his grip on this world

Do not spend so long shedding a tear

For this sheepdog awaits you no worries no fear

He waits to join you again

This time it will be forever

Forever with you and the sheep

-Julie Williams