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
1 comment:
Julie, that was lovely. You should post that elsewhere and share it.
It really hit me as I just lost my Jag on July 30th. And sorry, I still shed a tear.
Kathy
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