My Friends

It's hard, When a friend dies, You look at the last glimpse, They have in their eyes. You feel their last breath, Upon you'r skin, You feel you'r heart and soul, Break some where within. You stroke you'r hand, So gently across their hair, But you know their better, No more despair. You know they are with God, Laughing and running around, He is watching over them, Every leap and bound. Some times on a clear day, You see that one cloud roll by, That's their little hole in heaven, To see you don't cry. This happened to me, With Wolf and Luke,my friends, The two best dog's, Clear to the end. I can hear them, some times in my mind, I can see the look in their eyes, So gentle and kind. They were my friends, In my family they remain a part, One thing they will always have, A very big piece of my heart.