Nobody prepares you when you have a dying dog
Nobody prepares you for for those senior years
Less crazy greetings, checking if he’s ok
Hearing less, vision blurry, praying for another day

Nobody cares about the rules that were once given as a young pup
Nobody cares if barks turn into sighs and grunts
Less zoomies, but still checking if your humans are ok
More kisses, bears hugs, relief that your wagging tail still gives you away

Nobody minded the shortened walks outside
Nobody minded slowing down the pace in life
Less tug of war, less silliness, less play
But more tears, more fear, of the last day I’ll get to see your face.

We may get another dog, soon or maybe not
Sometimes I think you raised us more than we raised you
But no matter if we get a new pup that turns into a good dog
They will never replace the spot in my heart for the Best Boy.