My grandmother sent this to me last summer and I didn't think that I
would be using it so soon. This poem just fits the situation perfectly and I wanted to share it with all of our friends. Thank
you to everyone for the kind words you have given us in regards to our loss.
My Gift To Jesus
I wish someone had given little Jesus a dog
as loyal and loving as mine,
to sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
and adore Him for being divine.
As Our Lord grew to manhood, His own faithful dog would have followed
Him all through the day, while he preached to the crowds and made the sick well, and knelt in the Garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ went away to face death alone and apart,
with no tender dog following close behind to comfort its Master's heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,
how happy He would have been, as His dog kissed His hand and barked its
delight for the One who died for all men!
Well, the Lord has a dog now; I just sent Him mine, the old pal so dear
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone, knowing they're