by Graham Newcombe
A ball of fluff in our hands,we've watched you grow,
Running around the fields, rolling in the snow,
Swimming in the sea, playing in the park
Chasing after cats, having a good bark
You were always there to greet us, when we came home each day
O' how we wished we had never moaned, when you got in the way
Now time has come for you to go, with tears in our eyes
We will miss you so.
But we will never be apart, for you are always in our hearts.
God bless xx