Dear sweet Ursa is about to pass
Her love, her life has been such a large part
Of my life, my heart.
Don’t want her to go, she can’t stay
Her body’s broken
No more run, no more play.
My heart too is broken, shattered apart
Breaking to lose
This loving, loyal little rott.
I must let her go, let her pass
Her heart, her soul shall rest at last
With those already gone, already pasted.
I love you so, so hard to let go
I must, I must but this I know
You’ll live now forever
Deep inside my heart, beside my soul.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014