Lacey the Lurcher.
Lacey has gone to a place far away,
She first came to me sick, broken and sad.
With love, care and kindness and the odd doggy treat,
No more to be used for man's selfish ends,
They plotted and schemed but their secret they kept,
Lacey was leader she opened the door,
This was the first of so many times,
She waits for me now in that place up above,
By Frances Heath.
And oh how I miss her day after day.
The victim of cruelty by people so bad.
She quickly recovered and was back on her feet.
She soon settled down with her two doggy friends.
To raid the fridge/freezer one night as I slept.
There was soon food and goodies all over the floor.
That Lacey the Lurcher committed such crimes.
God please treat her kindly, MY LURCHER, MY LOVE.
Lacey at home.