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the tear stains on my glasses

remain as a symbol of my deep love for Pooter

Pooter, my sweet, little Pooter

a dumb name for a pet I know

but it seemed befitting at the time

I am so grateful that he no longer must suffer

the happiness he gave us is immeasurable

there was no price too high that I would have

paid to make him better

to keep him healthy and still with us

he is in the Lord's safe keeping now

it helps a little to know this

but still I miss the lovable little guy so much

but I'm glad that he didn't die alone

I held him as he took his last laboring breaths

I pray his death was quite painless

that he wasn't scared and that he knew how so

very much we loved him

as he took his last breath before making that

final sweet journey to be with the Lord

the same Lord who answered my tearful prayers

earlier that same evening

that he not let my sweet little guy suffer

or die alone

though this comfort is small

still it is there

and we must build on that

and hopefully move on

I love you Pooter!

my chubby little guy

and your little life was worth

a million times more than the two dollars

and ninety nine cents I spent to have you

even if only for those precious few months..........

(was five weeks old in Early Nov. 1995, he died

March 24, 1996 at 1045pm)