I will miss his joyful greeting
When I got home from work,
I will miss his soft brown eyes,
Watching every move I made.
I will miss him ever present,
Not far from my side.
I will miss his devotion,
Willing to follow me anywhere.
He was never more than a dog to me,
But all I have left now is an empty collar.
His going marks the end of one phase
In my life, and the beginning of another.
Farewell my friend,
It is time for us both to move on.