Rosebud




My husband and I had Rosie in our lives for 13 years.

Here is a poem thathelps us to
never forget how perfect she was.

Rosie

Rosie, short for Rosebud, my
Darling dog. Your soul hovers
Over me. I can see you play in
My mind's eye but not in reality
Today. Your mischievous ways
Of playing ball or chasing mice,
Pulling on the hose. The way, when
We went camping, you would chase
Waves and try to carry a log too big
For the Boston Terrier you were.
I know you didn't fit your dainty name, but,
To me you will be a flower just the same.

You will always be in our hearts.

We miss you, love you and will see you again at the Rainbow Bridge.

Love,
Mom and Dad