She was fifteen and showed her years, she was set in her own ways and
didn’t listen to what I said. Grumpy when her hips hurt in the morning
when I let her out to do her things. Feeling better she let me help her on
up on the sofa and she looked at me like a mother does at her son.
One day when were walking, she refused to wear a lead, she ended
up on the railway track, train came and she was too slow to move aside.
I buried her on a field near home, soil was hard, unwilling and my glasses
were steamed up. Her love for me was endless; no, I have not got around
to get another dog yet.
