You have a special place, Dear Lord
that we know you always keep.
A special place reserved for dogs,
to peacefully fall asleep.

A place with fluffy pillows,
and a yard for hiding bones.
With maybe a little babbling creek,
that rushes over stones.

With wide green fields and flowers,
for those who never knew,
of running, playing freely,
under a sky of perfect blue.

Lord, we know you keep this special place,
and so to you we pray,
for one oh so special dog,
who came to you today.

He was full of strength and love,
and so very, very wise.
The puppy look he once had,
last night left his eyes.

He will be dearly missed, Dear Lord,
This special love of ours.
But, now he’ll romp and play,
in your land that’s so divine.