WINSLOW HOMER (2000-2015)
I know you must miss me,
by the tears rolling down your face.
But believe me when I tell you that,
I'm in a very good place.
There are meadows here to run in,
and plenty of rabbits to chase.
There are other dogs to play with,
to frolic with and race.
So please don't worry about me,
my spirit feels light as can be.
There's no more pain to plaque me,
I'm young again and free.
And I'll be watching over you still,
of that you can be sure.
I'm your canine guardian angel,
and my love for you remains pure.
Granny what is this?
Winslow's red harness, I say...
He won't use it anymore?
No... honey...he will not...
Because he has wings?
because he has wings....