For Rasta:
 
I held you close to me that night, knowing you were leaving me, The months
and months I tried to cure your ills and make you so pain free, But now
you're gone, I carry on with tears the other fuzzies see, We miss you so
much, but daddy says your life is now filled with glee.
 
It will be a long time, I am sure my friend, until we meet again, I feel so
privileged to have been your care-taker, playmate and companion.  The thing
that I look forward to when I get to that special place, Is to see you run
and dook my friend and feel the warmth of your fuzzy face.
 
Goodbye my sweet, sweet boy.
[Posted in FML issue 2857]