Lady
She's old and very frail and almost blind
But knows I'm sad and cannot understand.
She taught me about love and being kind,
Being truthful, never sly or underhand. Now
she is tired and ill and feels the cold,
She sleeps a lot, won't eat, yet wants to play.
She won't last long, or so I have been told,
So I must watch her dream her life away.
We two have had such fun for fourteen years,
She made life richer, warmer, merrier,
And now for her sake I will hide my tears.
My giant hearted, tiny Yorkshire terrier.
If there's a place where faithful servants go,
One day I'll find her there, my heart says so.
©2000 George Ian Cullen
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