Pinky

Born: August 1, 1994

Died: October 11, 2005

Pictured here with my sweet baby boy
He makes three I gave my family that filled their lives with joy

The first few years were pretty rough for me
Alone in a small barn, no love did I really see

Then Mommy, Mamaw and Sissy bought me home to stay
Where with Bob, I twice , did "play"

First came, Lily and then BJ
I didn't want to be a mom so they went inside with Mommy that day

A few months later a bouncing baby boy
Being a mom, this time, I chose to enjoy

He truly was a gift from above
As with each day, I saw him with my human family, I learned to show love

The years went by, the winters were cold
Eleven years doesn't really seem that old

Then one day I started to slow down
To Mommy's face came a sad little frown

Comfortable they made me, Mommy, Sissy and Mamaw
How much they really loved me, I finally saw
Then in the morning, Mommy approached and knew
As I laid, moans getting softer, the minutes were few

She told me how much they loved me, how proud they were of me
How they would take care of Spunky, the girls, and how much happier I would soon be

Mommy had prayed that God took me in my sleep
Why God, Why she did weep

Then soon after I passed away
She realized what God's plan was that day

Mommy would've been more sad knowing I died alone, you see
That is why by my side, as I crossed the bridge, he allowed her to be

Christie, Mamaw and Marissa