A part of me died,
The siku wewe left the world.
wewe had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
wewe were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved wewe zaidi than anything,
And wewe loved me just the same.
wewe didn't mind, even though wewe knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
wewe and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do wewe still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without wewe ringing the doorbell.
wewe were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are wewe still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift karanga Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
The siku wewe left the world.
wewe had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
wewe were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved wewe zaidi than anything,
And wewe loved me just the same.
wewe didn't mind, even though wewe knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
wewe and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do wewe still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without wewe ringing the doorbell.
wewe were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are wewe still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift karanga Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
Hello, my old friend. How are wewe today? Are wewe okay? Oh, why am I talking to you? wewe cannot hear a word I say. Whether I tell wewe to sit au stay, wewe can no longer obey. wewe sleep the siku away. wewe don't play fetch anymore. Who cares? I didn't enjoy it anyway. All right, okay, I did enjoy it. I miss those days when wewe wanted to play. I miss the days when wewe could hear me. Yet I still talk to you. I'd like to believe, with all my heart, I'd like to believe you're still listening. I'd like to believe wewe can feel me. wewe may be gray in the muzzle, and wewe walk with a limp, and you're half blind, but wewe still care. I know, I know, and I know that wewe still upendo me. Do wewe know I still upendo you?