LIFE WITH MISS BEANS
Forty pounds of trouble nestled
against my leg at the end of a long day
This damn dog, whom I promised my
brother I would watch over,
Now owns me, as she once owned him
It’s a terrible thing to love like this,
To rest your hand on her side
To feel her heart beat with yours
To know that if her’s stops,
surely will yours
I didn’t ask for this,
this burden on my soul
But for those of you who love God’s creatures,
I know, you know
I wouldn’t trade anything,
For this life with Miss Beans...
UPDATE
Miss Beans passed away Sept 11,2011. She was 14 1/2 yrs old. Miss Beans is now reunited with my brother in Heaven. May God let them play in His golden fields until the day I can join them. I love you sweet baby.
Dog Walker