I feel the breeze upon my face,
The garden shrubs are bare,
In every little nook and space,
I see you standing there.
I miss the patter of your feet,
The wagging of your tail,
Your special warmth against my feet,
Your bark when I got mail.
They say a dog is mans best friend,
I now know that is true,
For you were faithful to the end,
I'm really missing you.
Go find that special garden place,
Where you can now run free,
While I will hold on to the days,
The days you spent with me.
R.I.P Jock x My faithful Scottie friend x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem