A Little Dog Angel   

High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog angel waits;

With the other angels she will not play
But she sits alone at the gates.

For I know my mistress will come - says she
And when she comes she will call for me.

The other angels pass her by,
As they hurry toward the throne,
And she watches them with a wistful eye,
As she sits at the gates alone.

But I know if I just wait patiently
That someday my mistress will call for me.
And her mistress, down on earth below,
As she sits in her easy chair,
Forgets sometimes and whispers low,
To the dog - who is not there.

And the little dog cocks her ears,
And dreams that her mistress's voice she hears.

And when at last her mistress waits
Outside in the dark and cold,
For the hand of death to open the door,
That leads to those courts of gold,

She will hear a sound through the gathering dark,
A little Dog Angel's Bark.

Author: Unknown