On good day, you make it greater,
on lonely nights, your a comfort to hold,
you wait for me, though it gets later and later,
and always, well, nearly do as your told.
I fed you, hugged you, was no trouble at all,
you were an ear that heard, no judgment in time,
with country walks to old abbey hall,
with you by my side, life was just fine.
You always waited so patient and true
never a question, ' did you have a bad day'?
So happy to see me, as I was for you,
I would speak and you'd listen to what I would say.
Loyal friend, I'm so grateful to know,
twenty years you've been with me,
devotion and love is all that you show, nickname, we called you, Little Richie.
Time for us all is a limited space,
close your eyes, your life is done,
final destiny, we all must face,
go to sleep, little mate, your race is run.
For you are called mans best friend,
my little dog with a heart so strong,
you stayed with me to the very end,
now run to the love, you gave so long.
Written by Ray Sinclair on 17/12/13
© 2013 Ray Sinclair
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