To my dearest little Gunner. I miss you still so much. My tears don't seem to make the pain better. Gunner you were the puppy I always dreamed of and I can still feel you in my arms, I so hope and pray that one day we will be together again.
Please remember my whistle and be there when I cross the bridge. Bring our little buddy, Frankie too.
If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep
Then you must do what must be done
For this last battle canít be won
You will be sad, I understand,
Donít let your grief than stay your hand
For this day more than all the rest
Your love for me must stand the test. Take me to where my needs theyíll tend
And please stay with me to the end
Hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see
Please do not grieve it must be you
Who has this painful thing to do
Weíve been so close, we two these years,
Donít let your heart hold back the tears.