Jul 16 2012

A poem for Max

If you haven’t cried yet, now you will. Liz from work sent me the poem below and I’m going to get a towel to wipe my desk. Thanks Liz!

An angel came to me one day,
A ball of fur in hand.
The angel gave the ball to me,
As we stood there in the sand.
She said to me, “It’s just a loan,
For only a short time.”
And she would surely return one day,
For the ball of fur wasn’t mine.
I looked down at the ball of fur,
Two eyes stared back at me.
I fell in love upon that day,
As I held it close to me.
Years went by and my love grew,
As close friends we became.
I looked down at my ball of fur,
Life was never again the same.
No matter where I found myself,
My friend would be there, too.
Then one day the angel came,
I didn’t know what to do.
She said that now the time had come,
To take my friend back home.
I watched her leave with tear filled eyes,
As I remembered “It’s just a loan.”
— Hoyt Northcutt

2 Responses to “A poem for Max”

  • grandma Says:

    Good-bye, dear Max! You gave us so much love, joy and laughter while you were with us! Oh, how lucky were we to have had you for those precious years. Years we will cherish forever…we miss you dearly. Rest in peace. Love you, Grandma

  • Candice Says:

    I feel sick. I’m so sad.

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