FOR EIGHT YEARS HE HAD BEEN WITH ME WE HAD BOTH LOVED LIFE AS ALL COULD SEE HE WAS NEVER GRUMPY, LOUD, OR BRASH NEVER WENT OUT, AND DID ANY THING RASH LOVER HIS FOOD, AND NEVER MOANED NEVER HAD THE URGE TO ROAM THEN ONE DAY IN EARLY SPRING I NOTICED THAT HE COULD HARDLY BRING HIMSELF TO SNUGGLE CLOSE TO ME ALL HE WANTED WAS TO LAY BY THE TREE I STROKED HIS FUR ,HE LOOKED UP INTO MY EYES I WIPED MY TEARS,AS I MUFFLED MY CRIES THE SUN WAS WARM, AS HE LAID DOWN HIS HEAD PLEASE DONT GO I BEGGED AND BEGGED NOW IN THE SPOY ,UNDER THE TREE IS A LITTLE PLAQUE ,JUST WRITTEN BY ME TO A LOYAL FRIEND WHO WAS O SO TRUE WHO WAGED HIS TAIL TO THOSE HE KNEW JEN STEDDY ___ENGLAND UK