Velvet

I lost a treasured friend The little dog who used to lay Her gentle head upon my knee And shared her silent thoughts with me. She’ll come no longer to my call Retrieve no more her favourite ball A voice far greater than my own Has called her to his golden throne. Although my eyes are filled with tears I thank him for the happy years He let her spend down here with me And for her love and loyalty. 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.