I go to the farm,
And think where are you.
I went to your stable,
I couldn't see you.
Remember the first time I saw you,
Your eyes were like glass,
Your mane and tail like grass,
Your touch was so gentle.
I look at your
paddock,
Where are you?
Then I felt a breeze,
The grass swayed,
I looked at the field,
There you were galloping wildly,
On the golden field one last time.
My beautiful Dot Comm,
You are my shooting star,
That I make wishes on.
We made dreams,
We trained,
But when I was ready,
You weren't.
You have no pain
anymore,
My beautiful Dotty,
Happy birthday and I'll see you again,
When my time is up.