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]