Old Dogs Do Not Die

We have a secret, you and I
That no one else shall know,
For who but I can see you lie,
Each night, in the fireglow?
And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed,
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?
And I only walk woodland paths,
And see, ahead of me,
Your small form racing in the wind,
So young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
In every brook I pass...
And when I call your name,
No one but I can see the bending grass.

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Groveshire Yorkshire Terriers, Newfoundland, Canada