The door flung open wide and Reeta appeared,
soon to follow her, Rosee pulled up the rear.

We played and we ran all around the place,
I could swear I was seeing a smile on their face.

I got these two Yorkies so small they could hardly be seen,
in just three more days now they will be thirteen.

On one hand so happy for all their happy days,
on the other hand sad knowing things as they are won't stay.

I try not to ponder on the sadness to come,
just love them enjoying their happiness as they run.

I hope there is a doggy heaven where all our pets rest,
if not I will be so lonely not surrounded by Gods best.

Happy Birthday to Reeta and Rosee, praying for many more,
watching them eat their doggy cake from china plates upon the floor...