His head held high and his eyes alert,

Waiting at the gate again.

On the edge of heaven's portal.

Not sure he could enter in.

Every day he would sit and wait,

For a ball to be returned.

One that he had tossed through the Gate,

For the one that he yearned.

Memories flooded his small heart,

Of days together in play.

So many times she tossed a ball,

Back and forth each day.

She never seemed to really mind,

Taking part in the game of chase,

He especially loved playing that game,

As it ended in embrace!

She often mentioned the name Jesus,

Wondered if animals knew Him.

She would sing songs for him alone,

Some she called a hymn.

Sometimes she would pick him up,

And around the room they danced!

He made her laugh when he tapped his feet,

And like a pony pranced.

He was in a place called eternity,

There he found wisdom and grace.

He knew that she was somewhere near,

Though he could not see her face.

As he lay he felt joy and peace,

From somewhere to him unknown.

He would feel overflowing hope,

That God gives from His thrown.

His devotion and love will last,

Through time forevermore.

He will never forget sweet memories,

Of the one he does adore.
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