Remembrance Book - In loving memory of Josie Mae

She ran with joy beneath the sky, A ball, a stick, her treasures high— She'd fetch until the fading light Turned golden day to gentle night. Her tail, a song of joy and grace, Would wag and light the darkest place. A smile so wide, so pure, so true— The kind that lit the darkest blue. A quiet grace, a watchful eye, A comfort when the tears ran dry, She knew just when to press in close, A loyal heart that loved the most. Through fields and waves, her spirit soared, Each pawprint stitched in time, restored. She’d walk beside, she’d swim ahead, And rest her head where sorrows bled. Now night has come, the game is still, Yet echoes of her linger, will— A gentle shape, a tail’s sway, Forever part of everyday. There’s a space no time can mend, A faithful dog, a truest friend— Josie Mae, sweet girl, still near, In every smile, in every tear.