The Last Picture

So do not grieve for me, my friend, as I am with my kind.
My collar is a rainbow's hue, my leash is a shooting star.
My boundaries are the milky way, where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here, for I am not confined,
but free to roam God's heavens among my special kind.

I nap the day on a snowy cloud and gentle breezes are rocking me;
I dream the dreams of earthlings and how it used to be.
The trees are full of liver treats and tennis balls abound,
and milk bones line the walking ways just waiting to be found.
There even is a ring set up, the grass all lush and green,
and everyone who walks around becomes the "Best Of Breed".

For we're all winners in this place, we have no faults you see.
And God passes out the ribbons to each one - even me.
I drink from waters laced with gold, my world a beauty to behold.
And wise old dogs do form my pride to amble at my very side.

At night I sleep in an angel's arms, her wings protecting me,
and moonbeams dance about us as stardust falls on thee.
So when your life on earth is spent and you reach heaven's gate,
have no fear of loneliness, for here, you know I wait.

- Author Unknown -