Arnie
God let him live,
Arnie, my little Guinea pig,
Although at birth, his brain was hurt,
He himself, still would flirt.
Chitter and whistle to gain my eye,
To say he was hungry he would cry,
I spoiled him always, for walk he could not,
But rapidly to his goal he got.
He could roll , and so he did,
Sometimes he even rolled and hid,
He was my pet-he was my guy!!
So when he died, I cried and cried!
In his memory is trust and love,
God promised me from up above,
That Jesus would take him just for me,
And with Him there, Arnie will always be.
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