Steal Away My Heart

Steal away my heart . . . Lord,

My Jazzy girl is gone.

She came so unexpectedly, so suddenly

And brought me so much joy.

I sense her presence still around me.

I see her shadows near my bed, or on the leather couch.

I see her sleeping soundly on her pillow in our family room.

I hug her empty blankets, breathing in her furry scent,

I almost feel like I am hugging her when I shut my eyes.

I knew she was an older dog,

But she captured me with so much love,

That I thought we'd had finally beat the reality of time.

Steal away my heart . . . Lord,

My Jazzy girl is gone.

Why am I so enamored with Your canine creatures?

Each one has grabbed and held my heart.

Jasmine followed like the others,

Faithful, loyal and true.

She held me in my times of fear and darkness,

She welcomed my arms around her as I buried myself in her neck.

She greeted every day with energy for walks,

And joyous car rides if I obliged.

She was "my goat girl" as she had her favorite grass to eat,

And always brought me smiles when she did so.

Neighbors and friends all loved her kindly nature,

I wonder now if I will ever find another one like her?

I can't replace her, that I know,

But I can thank you, Lord,

For one more time of graciously giving me a dog to love.

Oh, steal away my heart . . .Lord,

My Jazzy girl is gone.

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