This is a feeling poem of all who feel dead on their dying hospy beds till they return home ...
This is the last time i am returning here some one needs to chase the destroyers
Coco was a sweet, cute little dog who belonged to a neighbor. Coco died a few months ago and it is so sad to see his owner walking down the street without little Coco by his side. I miss Coco.
A poem about my beloved Siamese cat, Teddy, who passed a way some years ago. He was very special and I still miss him.
I wouldn't have to wait for the cold season ... I would be WINTER.
Our blue eyed baby of the feline variety was dying, Mick was away trying to get home to be with me and Katy...
On Monday morning, 15th August 2011 at 8:15 a.m. the Vet phoned to tell me that my dearest little friend, a Jack Russell named Bisto, my constant companion, was terminally ill after we gave him a well known and prescribed de-worming medicine, which we discovered, he was allergic to.