You didn't eat your breakfast.
That has never been your way.
You look so tired and troubled,
What's the matter, can you say?
Fourteen years you've been my shadow
Now you're curled up in a knot
Like the one that's in my stomach
And my breath which can't be caught.
I'm not ready for this, Old Dog,
Surely I can't be that brave.
You have always been my courage;
I can't make my heart behave.
I must be calm and comfort you.
Oh God how will I cope?
Though grateful for your life, your soul,
I cannot help but hope
That we can have still one more day,
To sit, warm in the sun.
You nestled in my guarding arms,
Time's dirty work undone.
So sleep tonight, my dear Old Dog.
I'm here, I'll hold you close.
Tomorrow you'll feel better and
We'll chase away the ghosts.
Hug your hounds