Ringo, Rollo, Bruno, Tuffy and Penny we are,
Each one of us born under a lucky star,
Fateful days many years apart,
We each waddled up to Maya on our fat little paws.
She held us close on the first trip "home",
She petted our furs and scratched our tummies,
She seemed to know full well,
That we missed the warmth of our siblings,
And the love of our mommies.
A gentler soul one would be hard-pressed to find,
She even recognised angst of the puppy kind.
We learnt from Maya to love and care,
And she accepted us just as we were.
We've lived full lives and from where we've been sitting,
When the times came/come for our last lines to be written,
We really couldn't imagine anything funner,
Than playing with Maya in puppy nirvana.
Each one of us born under a lucky star,
Fateful days many years apart,
We each waddled up to Maya on our fat little paws.
She held us close on the first trip "home",
She petted our furs and scratched our tummies,
She seemed to know full well,
That we missed the warmth of our siblings,
And the love of our mommies.
A gentler soul one would be hard-pressed to find,
She even recognised angst of the puppy kind.
We learnt from Maya to love and care,
And she accepted us just as we were.
We've lived full lives and from where we've been sitting,
When the times came/come for our last lines to be written,
We really couldn't imagine anything funner,
Than playing with Maya in puppy nirvana.
1 comment:
love this picture nandan, and the whole blog brings back a new way of knowing and remembering her...
with love
mugi
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