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Nandini

Nandini

You felt my pain
And made it your own

You felt my anger
And made it your own


Until one day
Your time had come to go

I felt your pain
And knew it was time
To let you go on to your last journey

Heavy lay your head in my hand
You amber eyes looking into mine

One last time you trusted me
As so often you did before

To do the right thing
To make you whole again

Go in peace my friend
Until one day
You will great me
At the rainbow bridge
Guiding me again

And I will trust you
Following your lead
As I had done so many times before

Freestyle, 2010 © JSZ, Angelique


A farewell to my trusted and beloved Ridgeback Nandini, I helped her into this world on the 8. October 2002 and was with her as she left this world on the 27. February 2010.

Nandini I am still missing you!
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Angelique said…
Thank you very much for your comment, it is much appreciated!
May 14, 2011 at 12:56 PM
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