Bubba Dog Zehring

April. 17, 1999 - Dec. 31, 2002.

Sleeping in a hole (dug by Grace,our other Basset). He was 6 mos old.

Bubba Dog, I miss you, So much sometimes I cry, I
wonder why you had to go, I still don't quite know why, You were only 3 years
old, You had more life to live, It isn't fair for you to leave, when you still
had love to give. There was no making deals with God, To keep you here with
me, There was nothing I could do to change your destiny. I helped you come
into this world, So full of constant doubt, Now I have to face the fact that I
must help you out. The hardest thing I, ve ever done, is letting go of you,
But,you, with all your dignity, Helped me to get through. And so,we took, the
trip we had to take, The one where you can't come back home and caused my
heart to break. I promised you no suffering, When you've had enough, But when
you told me it was time, Things got really rough. My heart is torn to
pieces, My life is different now, Everyday I think of you, I wonder and wish
somehow, You could come back to me and again be whole. But that will never
happen, And I feel it in my soul. Bubba,you were a pet, show dog, clown, and
kleptomaniac and I loved you with every fiber of my being. Sleep Well Sweet
Prince. I miss you and Grace ( your love )misses you too. Your Mom..

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