I'm sorry I can't be with you to celebrate Father's Day
But my Father in heaven said I just can't stay
There are Beagle duties to be performed up heaven's way
Something about romping and running and other Beagle play

You see I can't do those things down here anymore
This tired old body won't cooperate; it's just too much of a chore
I have fought the battle long and hard to stay with you and be
The most loyal and loving Beagle you could ever hope to see

I want to thank you for being my loving, caring master
For playing with me and laughing at things that turned into disaster!
The refrigerator and peanut butter raids comes to mind to name a few
With my sister in crime Ginger acting like she hadn't a clue

I loved the trips we went on and gazing at the scenery passing by
Taking walks in the forest and being way up high
Howling at the cows walking on the bank from the boat that day
And helping you to catch those fish and not let them get away

I will always be grateful that my Father in heaven knew
That the most wonderful gift he could give me was a daddy like you
So from your Boy the Cowboy don't worry about me -- I'm no longer in pain
And I am the luckiest beagle who ever lived and that I can loudly proclaim

Love Forever,
Bentley

June 17, 2011