Death of a Pet (adapted from a poem by Edgar Guest-1938)
"I'll lend you for a little time a friend of Mine," He said,
"For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he's dead,
It may be ten or eleven years, or maybe two or three,
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief
You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
"I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this friend to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in my search for protectors true
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done."
For all the joy Thy friend shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay;
But shall the angels call for him much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand."