When I walk up, to the door,
A familiar face, I see no more.

For one is missing, from our pack,
And we know now, she won't be back.

Shiloh's crossed the bridge, forever more,
But fondly remembered, in one, two, three and more.

A champion she shall always be,
To Ginger, Dennis, The Boxer Club, Mel and me.

Her work was done, when she came to us.
Now plenty of play time, was certainly a must.

With style and grace, she would track the ball,
And even taught Hattie, to run after them all.

A friend to Bo, and Buster too,
She showed the puppy, just what to do.

The grand old lady, in our pack,
A Dam of Merit, imagine that!

Now she rests, with all she knew,
Laying in fields, and pastures too.

The queen of the house, first in line for a bone,
Forever in our hearts Shiloh, this will always be home.