Written & Contributed
It's hard to look out into the pasture,
...and not see you there.
It's hard to know that all I have is a piece of your hair.
I'll miss your attitude, your looks, and the twinkle in your eye,
It's hard to know you're gone,
It's hard to say good bye.
It's hard to look out into the pasture
and not see you there.
It's hard to fill the space in my heart
It feels empty; there's only air.
If I had one more chance,
I wouldn't change a thing.
If I could touch your face again,
If I could cry on your shoulder, just one last time.
Then maybe, just maybe
I could find the strength to say goodbye.
RIP, Dollar. Thank you for being my friend.