GINGE"
"Ginge", born in Cadiar,
To a gypsy birth,
A dog in a million,
A street dog not shown your true worth.
Your best friend was Freddie,
Together you would roam,
Until Mandy and Paul found you,
And took you to their home.
Fed by gypsy owners,
Always passed by,
Until your saviour Mandy,
Took a grass seed from your eye.
So for just a few short months,
You knew love and a comfy bed,
But then you fell ill,
And sleep crept into your head.
Your eyes they fell shut,
For the very last time,
The rainbow bridge was calling,
You gave a final whine.
Rest in peace little Ginge,
Your short life on earth is done,
But you're up there in doggy heaven,
Playing ball and having fun.
Night night, chuckie egg, flower, sweetheart, darling.
Every day we think of you and you will always be with us in our hearts.
Run free at the brige our Ginge.
Love always
Mum, Dad, Toby and Freddie xxxx
