Penny

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    Penny

    How can anyone be so selfish
    As I was
    During the time
    My best friend was dying

    At one time
    All I could think about
    Was what am I going to do
    With you not here
    To listen to me
    And be with me
    And love me

    My heart...my heart
    How it hurt
    Somehow...it was you
    Who comforted me
    During your dying
    I can only hope
    When my time comes
    I will be able to
    Comfort those who
    Will miss me
    In my journey home

    It has been
    Five years
    Since you left this earth
    I still miss you

    Sometimes you visit me
    In my dreams
    How I cherish those rare
    But wonderful times
    Sometimes I cry
    Sometimes not
    I welcome all your visits

    You gave me
    Twelve years of your life
    I thank you from all my heart

    Some would say
    You were only a dog
    How could they know
    What love you possessed
    In such a tiny body
    Often I found it hard to believe
    And I was the one receiving
    Your great love

    Penny you gave me
    So very much
    I know you are in Heaven
    Waiting on me
    I will join you one day

    Until then
    I want you to know
    I have found two more
    Friends
    Not to take your place
    But, because I am still selfish
    And needed companionship
    I can only receive
    From a furry friend...

    Their names are
    Roy M. and Sara Grace
    They are larger in size
    Than you...my tiny friend
    Their love for me is great
    Do you visit them too?
    And tell them what I like
    Or share stories of old
    With them

    They are hunters too
    My Precious Penny
    I remember the squirrels
    You tree'd
    They do the same.

    Written by Diana Montgomery January 26,2005

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    Jsa4 commented on Penny

    06-02-2009

    You wasn't selfish...you was grieving, knowing that you were about to lose your best friend. What a wonderful tribute this poem is. Your best friend knew you loved her! I'm facing a very uncertain health situation right now and I thought it would bring my friend and I closer to each other (she tossed me away because of a new man..but I was still always there for her). Anyways when I told her what I was facing it didn't seem to affect her. That's the last time I let her break my heart. I will s

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