Nothing should be expected to give birth in the snow It should be a June evening where gentle winds blow.
Who would let this happen? What a waste Not even a breath of fresh air did he taste.
I waited and waited for my little Jacks day So I could start training and take him to play. We will miss the Jack that never got a chance But I know he is now running in heaven surrounded by dance.
The good news is mom will never again have to strain To have a baby or go thru the pain. For at the rescue we do not allow an animal to become bred I think you know why and enough has been said! Good bye sweet Newly.