No more early mornings
No more dark wet nights
No more smelly stable
Just a green box with a label

No more washing numnahs
No more girths to scrub
No more muddy rugs to dry
Only a box of tissues when I cry

No more chopping carrots
No more balls to fill
No more stuffing haynets
For you my boy my pet

No more sloppy kisses
No more sticky licks
No more smelly garlic breath
These all ended with your death