by Sue Preble
(Hampton, NH )
It was "baby" Isaiah till the day you died,
Without a bark but a howling cry.
You could run like no other with your best friend Tuck,
and when it came to Shawna complaining you didn't give a duck.
You were loving and sweet and while not that bright,
We loved you, we'll miss you and we'll hold your memory tight.
Rest now my dear friend for your journey is over -
Run, play and roll in heaven's beautiful clover.
We love you Baby Isaiah.