A POEM TO ELF, FROM HER MOTHER, HEAVEN:

I was blessed with a litter from our God up in Heaven

When my puppies at last were born, they totalled eleven.

Little "Squidwards" you called them, with their wrinkled face and nose

A blend of myself and Madala, from their head to their toes.

The sound of their squeaks filled your home with such pleasure

As each puppy you watched become it's own little treasure.

With my whelping box filled like a stocking stuffed with toys

Even Kenya was wanting to mother the new girls and boys.

Each day they seem to change in some way, shape, or form

From Squidwards into Boerboels, how quickly they transform.

One puppy will always be held close within our heart

As quickly as Elf came into our world, so too did she depart.

The loss of little Elf was hard for you to accept

I saw in you much sadness, through the tears that you wept.

But sorrow no more!  Replace your tears with thoughts

Of the gift of her love and the joys that she brought.

How lucky we are to have shared her time here on earth

Your lives have been blessed through the miracle of her birth.

If puppies could become angels, amidst the King of Kings

Then no doubt my little Elf would have a halo and wings.

Though she's no longer with us, my litter still stands at eleven