I love you, baby girl. My Puffbear. Puffernut. Puffball. Puff-puff. As I type this through my tears, I hope you're happy on the other side. I miss you already and dedicate this little poem to you. Its more accepting than I feel right now, but I thank God that you died peacefully in my arms rather than in a vets office. You loved the creature comforts of home so much...
Rest in Peace, baby. We had a great 20 years, didn't we...I'm glad you saw your 20th birthday.
4/8/1987 - 7/31/07
Crossing the Bar, Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home!
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourn of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.