"For Bandit In Heaven"
By Stephanie Sheme 1998
 
Your favorite hammock is empty now,
No more kisses to greet us,
No hops and bounces of tiny feet to meet us.
 
No playful nip upon our ankles, No curling up in our lap after a treat to
thank us.
We've put away the stuffed toys you so loved to hide
for seeing them hurts deep inside.
 
But we will miss you little Bandit
For you could never measure,
the happiness  that you brought us
the warmth, the love, the pleasure.
 
And since God put you here for us to share,
In your joy and love and sorrow
I am sure he will have you waiting across the rainbow bridge for us
In heavens bright tomorrow.
[Posted in FML issue 2534]