But where you cannot see,
Playing on clouds lined with silver
Our dogs are waiting to return.
They stop to perk their ears and wag their tales,
Whenever we speak their name.
But they won�t come home
Until our sorrowful tears are dry,
And dozens more of joy
Can come rolling down our cheeks.
They always return to us,
Their job not yet complete,
And jump up in our arms
On again quite youthful feet.
So next time you see a rainbow,
Look just a bit beyond.
And look up in the night sky,
For they play fetch among the stars.
Now the cosmos is their backyard,
But they don�t forget to come home.