They teach us so much
between arriving and leaving
Their energy, joy and zest for life
The focus on the moment
They are the philosophers and sages.

They offer balm to bruised hearts
They offer sanctuary to weary souls
They are the saviours.

They teach us how to play
Seize each precious moment
Before it slips away
They temper human pride
With barking laughter
They are the jesters, the clowns

When the final journey happens
Their memories remain behind
Their collars in our hearts enshrined
We have been but humble guardians
Love well and freely give
A serene and tranquil death