Wilbur “Beebles” Childers
Willbur was an 11 year old Golden Retriever, that had a larger than life personality. The following poem describes our life together briefly:
Oh, my sweet little Wilbur. I’ve watched you grow, and that sweet little face turn to white. I’ve watched your brown eyes turn a cloudy haze. My little puppy, you’re starting to age. I knew last summer that it might be my last, you’ve got all the unfortunate things that the old goldens do. We’ve played in many creeks, traveled lots of places, and put smiles on at least a million strangers faces. For many years where there was a me, there was a you. In standards for a dog, you were a dream come true. You’ve gotten me through all my troubles, bad days and strife. It isn’t fair that dogs have such a short little life. Eleven years is a long time they say, but it won’t stop me from asking the Lord to spare you for just one more day. The time I have with you is now borrowed, and I’m trying Little Beebs to not drown you in sorrow. I’ll love you forever, and I’ll miss you always. I’ll see you again one day, your name I’ll be calling.
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The epitome of man’s best friend.
Rest In Peace Wilbur.
