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- His bones are creaky, he's not too sound,
but his eyes are bright and his tummy round.
He's gone quite deaf and his face is gray
I walk the others, but he's happy to stay.
His tail still wags and I get a greeting
He's happy to potter and he's still eating
I have to bellow to make myself heard
Some things he does without a word.
The old man and I have seen such a lot
He's one of the most treasured friends I've got
He's a pain at times, I have to admit
But I wouldn't change him - not one little bit
The years creeps by - the time ticks on
I know that one day he'll be gone
When the time comes, I will know
I'll do what's right - I'll let him go.
God willing I'll be with him and hold him tight
And see him safely into his long "good night"
But until that time I'll keep him near
to me he's part of all that's dear.
He's got no title - what do I care?
All I worry is that he's there.
The time will come when he is no more
And in my life will close a door.
But I'll have the memories from all the years
And they will remain long after the tears.
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Author Unknown
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