Death Of A Little Friend Poem by John I Nash

I can just now write this, the hurt was so deep as to keep me from thinking at all. My little friend, Maggie May, my Yorkie that once played at my feet and in my heart died this past week. She took part of my soul with her. It has made me wonder where the love of God has gone when he takes such an innocent as her. My mind could not comprehend her death and it still takes my breath. For seventeen years she gave me her all and she was not but six inches tall, she was so small. I will always remember you with love, if I could just hold you one more time, that's all on this day and all, I miss you so my Maggie May.