A Rosebud
When God calls little puppies to dwell with Him above,
We humans always question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare with the loss of one small "child", Who does so much to make this world seem wonderul and mild.
Perhaps God tires - always calling the aged to His fold, And so He picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them and so He picks but few;
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, yet somehow we must try,
For the saddest word that makind knows will always be "good-bye".
And so when little pups depart; We, who are left behind,
must realize how much God loves puppies....
For angels are hard to find.
author unknown
"Meg"
May 19, 2004-Semptember 1, 2004
Peace is yours forever on the other side of the Bridge...
Whistle-stop Border Collies
Sheridan & Kathy Williford
Madill, Oklahoma and
Warner Springs, California
This page was redesigned from our original website
on February 18,2005
by Kathy, as a tribute to Meggie
