17 July 2012
I know your tired I can see it in your lovely brown eyes With your greying hair and heavy sighs Your excited leaps have now become slow trots Your lovely flowing fur is now covered with spots
We have known each other for fifteen years You have comforted me through laughter and tears Now your slowly slipping away But please my best friend I want you to stay
But I know you must go to the great park in the sky The lick and the look are telling me goodbye My best pal my four legged friend I know that your life is now coming to an end!
Goodbye! • Opuss № I