I lost a "treasured" friend today
She who used to lay
Her gentle head upon my legs or me
And shared her silent thoughts with me.
Sheâ€™ll come no longer to my call
Retrieve no more her favourite ball
A voice far greater than my own
God has called her to his golden throne.
Although my eyes are filled with tears
I thank her for the happy years
And for her love and loyalty she gave.
When it is time for me to go
And join her there, this much I know
I shall not fear the transient dark
For she will greet me with a bark.