First your brother on top of you went to doggy heaven.
Now you who had to put up with him in that picture
him lying on top of you, now you are also in doggy heaven.
I got the news two weeks ago, they had to let you go.
You had leukemia, you wouldn´t eat, you where consumed
to the bones, restless, without air and suffering
so they did not want to let you go the path of your
brother when he died right in front of us suffering
was an understatement for him. You suffered, but at the
same time you seemed to wiggle that tail once in a while
so that was a shimmer of hope that you could walk another
mile. But at the end, it seemed your body was shutting down
and to live in that town, we had to put you down.
When I come home, I look to my right thinking you are there
then after eating when I eat my famous yogurt I look down
thinking you might be there to lick what´s left, I even look
down when I go to the garden in case I step on one of your shits
who would have thought I´d miss those shits.
Now both of you are gone, to heaven doggy town.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.