Visit From the Grave
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep. I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, "It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here." I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me. I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more. I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I’m not lying there. I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it’s me." You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there. It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, "I never went away." You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew ... in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you. The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say "goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning." And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side. I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me. Author unknown

Cissie
Cissie, loved and missed by her mom and daddy the Upchurch's

Robbie
Robbie, if they would have only listened and not let you out, gone to soon but always loved by SSDR(Killed by a car when he was let out to potty without fence or leash)

Red aka Buddy
Red aka Buddy went to his new home and lived a year longer than he could have and that's all in part to the Sewell's love and care. Rest easy sweet Red

Count Rexford Von Bismark February 2, 1991 – Apr
People would stop to watch him on the beach as he charged into the surf to retrieve his “stick.” It was about his favorite thing to do. Or maybe, his favorite past time was eating chicken or getting to go in the car or getting kisses on his neck. I hope the Rainbow Bridge is over water so he can swim while he plays. He was loved for every minute of his 15 years. Sharon