and the sun was melting the snow,
so I took the puppies for a walk
where we went I'll never know,
but the rhythmic sounds of toenails
put my mind at ease
And I began to reminisce
as I watched a 'shadow' dance beneath a tree...
I'll never forget how it all began,
the pain, the rile, the fear.
How abhorrence could have easily been felt,
but love would soon shed my tear.
And over time this love would grow
to an extent that's hard to say-
the fun, the laughs, the love I felt,
I could only cherish everyday.
Christmas was always a special day
and again it's coming soon,
So I best get the puppies on their way home
before our path is lit by the moon.
Halfway home I paused for a minute
to notice the 'shadow' of the falling sun,
When I heard a voice as close as my heart,
It was "The Kall of the Wild One".
Written by Susan Tank 12-23-97
In memory of Shadow (Traxler's Kall of the Wildone)
July 17,1990-May 30,1997
