lend you for a while, a pup, God said,
for you to love her while she lives and mourn for her when she's dead.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three
but will you, 'till I call her back, take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you and (should her stay be brief)
you'll always have her memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from earth return,
but there are lessons taught below I want this pup to learn.
I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true
and from the folk that crowd life's land I have chosen you.
Now will you give her all your love nor think the labor vain,
nor hate me when I come to take my Pup back again?
I fancied that I heard you say "Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done,"
for all the joys this Pup will bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness, we'll love her while we may,
and for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay.
But should you call her back much sooner than we've planned,
we'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
If, by our love, we've managed, your wishes to achieve,
in memory of her we loved please help us while we grieve.
And when our faithful bundle departs this world of strife,
we'll have yet another pup, and love her all her life.
think of you every day and miss you dearly,
Mom and Dad