Little dog's gone from me,
Sometimes I think of thee,

Running, barking, on the go,
Little Snowball I loved thee so,

‘'Twas many years ago,
When I had to let thee go,

You just laid down and died,
In my heart I deeply cried,

Remembering the days as we'd play,
For hours, sometimes, all day,

Then I was a teenage kid,
Laughed at all you did,

A "hunting" we would go,
Just run, pant and blow!

Maybe you're still around,
Lately I hear your footstep sound,

Lord, keep him close to Thee,
There in Heaven be . . .

Wait, for me little one,
One day, I to, will come,

Then maybe again we'll run and play,
Thinking back to another day,

I brushed your teeth and made you foam,
Brushed thy hair, then used a comb,

Keep a watch on me as I sleep,
And with my heart, gently keep.

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