When my bird dog goes to heaven

where all good bird dogs go 

I’ll write a letter to her maker

then I’ll burn it up real slow. 

The words will turn to ashes  and float up in the air all the way to Heaven (that’s how mail works up there.)

I’ll explain how she likes cookies morning, noon, and night and a lick or two of ice-cream  a warm bed for the night. 

Be sure to run her daily in fields and woods with streams and give her lots of game birds  (the kind she chases in her dreams.) 

I’ll have one very small request  to whom some say is the King of Kings:  Lord, make her eternity perfect and give my bird dog wings.