When God calls
little puppies to dwell with Him above,
We humans always
question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare
with the loss of one small 'child',
Who does so much to make
this world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires -
always calling the aged to His fold,
And so He picks some
rosebuds before they can grow old.
God knows how much we need
them and so He picks but few;
To make the land of heaven more
beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, yet somehow
we must try,
For the saddest word that mankind knows will
always be "good-bye".
And so when little
We, who are left behind, must realize how much
God loves puppies....
For angels are hard to find.