Tribute to a Therapy Dog
by Cheryl Goede
I am in the hospital, I must try and get well
The reasons why are varied, we each have our stories to tell
Some days are bad some days are good,
the wish to “get well” is understood
My body has grown weak, I’ve felt so tired,
but you walked in, and new dreams were inspired.
I was losing hope and at the end of my rope,
but your friendship saved, new hurdles are easily braved.
I walked the corridors with you, laughing with glee,
to have you with me was all I would need.
You cuddled me close, kissed my hands and my face,
your love is priceless, could never be replaced.
And if for some reason, I could not stay,
it wasn’t your fault, don’t think that way.
I’ll tell all the angels, when heaven I see,
how happy you made me, your love carried me.