IN MEMORY OF
PINEY CREEK'S BLACKJACK 11/1999-9/2000
God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So he wrapped his arms around you,
and whispered, "Come to me".
You didn't deserve what you went through,
So he gave you a rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best.
And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN AND FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS