I really didn't see you when I was born that night but when I was two and saw you I knew you were just right! When I got older, I played with you all day and I always thought to myself I hope she doesn't go away But on that day in March my most unlucky one the sweetest dog Allie was gone, no more fun I woke up in the morning with Dad just feeling the blues but when I asked what's wrong I didn't like the news Then I noticed his eyes were red I saw that Mom's were too Then I realized she's dead, what do I do? I just burst into tears that streamed down my face and at that moment I knew she was gone to heaven in space I hope that God takes care of you and plays with you all day Rest in Peace, Allie, 'cause now you're gone away - By Jack Vincent (This poem was written by our grandson, Jack, who is 10 years old. Three years ago in March, his dog Allie died. March of this year, Jack wrote this poem, typed it and printed it off without any assistance. We were amazed at what he had written.)   Submitted By: NULL