by Nanette Piotrowski

Created on: December 05, 2009   Last Updated: January 06, 2010

Beneath the branches, soil and roots,

I laid thee.

The sorrow I felt, my heart heavy with

every movement of the shovel.

It was raining that day I laid you to rest,

my tears blending with the rain drops.

Your life cut short, I know not why, I

laid you next to the others.

I tried to save you as I did the other

dogs to no avail, but I will continue

with the cause.

As I looked upon your face, you

appeared to be in slumber.

Sadly, a deep sleep from which you

will never awaken.

As I covered you gently, I uttered a

prayer, that you join the other angels

beneath this angel tree.

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