I’ll Always Love a Dog Named Belle
Written in memory of Belle for Nicki and Mary Hickox
by Granny Jo
When is it time to say goodbye,
My little dog named Belle?
When is it time to end your pain,
Sweet loving friend?
When I looked into your face
On days that had been bad.
I saw a look that sorrowed me
It was tired, and hurt, and sad.
I tried to see beyond the ache
The little spark I used to see.
And I softly whispered to my heart
“This may get better then it used to be.”
I rode this roller-coaster of
Emotions as we tried,
To make it through another day,
And still, it could not be denied...
I kissed her sweet face, Held her head
Looked at her dewy eyes, and said, "I Love You, Girl."
With gentle hands and heavy heart,
I released her to God.
Her gentle little doggie paws are quiet today.
Inside my heart is breaking,
My Silver Belle has slipped away.
Even though we are apart,
She has left her tiny paws upon my heart.
And in my memories she’ll run
A young dog once again.
I’ll always love a dog named Belle
