Chelsea’s now gone years ago
Her coat of charcoal mixed with snow
 
Of all God’s creatures, most divine
Was she, our spirited canine
 
Where dogs go, and what they do,
May be a mystery to you
 
Her exploits brought her great renown
Chasing varmints round and round
 
Oftentimes, on coming back,
A pleasant odor she did lack
 
Once, returned from a path unseen
From nose to tail she’d turned to green
 
But now she’s gone and here I lie,
Remembering those times gone by
 
When in a dream upon my bed
A canine angel spoke and said,
 
“Be watchful of your dialogue :
There is no ordinary dog”
 
“She now abides a better place
Where in the hunt she wins the race”
 
In earnest did the angel tell:
That doggie heaven is squirrel hell