To Chelsea

Chelsea's now gone years ago

Her coat of charcoal mixed with snow

Of all God's creatures, most divine

Was she, our spirited canine

Where dogs go, and what they do,

May be a mystery to you

Her exploits brought her great renown

Chasing varmints round and round

Oftentimes, on coming back,

A pleasant odor she did lack

Once, returned from a path unseen

From nose to tail she'd turned to green

But now she's gone and here I lie,

Remembering those times gone by

When in a dream upon my bed

A canine angel spoke and said,

"Be watchful of your dialogue :

There is no ordinary dog"

"She now abides a better place

Where in the hunt she wins the race"

In earnest did the angel tell:

That doggie heaven is squirrel hell