I am saddened to say that Baby Cakes died from a heart attack in July, 2000.
Hi, I am Baby Cakes. I am 5 years old. I am the smallest one here, but, very obviously, the "Boss."
My Babies.
The Spirit of a CORGI
IN MEMORY OF BABY CAKES
I was standing on a hillside
In a field of blowing wheat
And the spirit of a CORGI
Was lying at my feet.
She looked at me with kind dark eyes
An ancient wisdom shining through
And in the essence of her being
I saw true love there too.
Her mind did lock upon my heart
As I stood there on that day
And she told me of this story
About a place so far away.
I stood upon the hillside
In a field of blowing wheat
And in a twinkling of a second
Her spirit left my feet.
Her tale did put my heart at ease
My fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me
On another distant day.
"I live among God's creatures now
In the heavens of your mind
So do not grieve for me, my friend,
As I am with my kind.
My collar is a rainbow's hue
My leash a shooting star
My boundaries are the Milky Way
Where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here
For I am not confined
But free to roam God's heavens
Among my Corgi kind.
I nap the day on a snowy cloud
Gentle breezes rocking me
And dream the dreams of earthlings
And how it used to be.
The trees are full of liver treats
And hedge hogs do abound
And milkbones line the walkways
Just waiting to be found.
There even is a ring set up
The grass all lush and green
And everyone who gaits around
Becomes the Best of Breed.
For we're all winners in this place
We have no faults, you see
And God passes out those ribbons
To each one, even me.
I drink from waters laced with gold
My world a beauty to behold
And wise old dogs do form my pride
To amble at my very side.
At night I sleep in an angel's arms
Her wings protecting me
And moonbeams dance about us
As stardust falls on thee.
So when your life on earth is spent
And you stand at Heaven's gate
Have no fear of loneliness
For here, you know I wait".
My Babies.
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