Without me by his side,
My boy died last night,
We feel we have gone inside,
Not a grey whisker in sight.
In the Fells & Streams, he would play,
As long as there was water & light
He always had a lot to do & say,
Not a grey whisker in sight.
This bear of mine was my heart,
My waking reasons & reason to fight,
He'd shove my arm as I made Art,
Not a grey whisker in sight.
You were my patience & trust,
Always there giving me might,
A love that I knew would never rust,
Not a grey whisker in sight.
To some, you're just a dog,
To me, you were everything right,
Even when you liked to lick a Frog,
Not a grey whisker in sight.
A Newfoundland-wannabe,
You, in the end, lost your light,
So we'll now let you be free,
Not a grey whisker in sight.
To nustle under my chin was the best,
To never feel that again doesn't feel right,
As we say goodbye as you rest
Never a grey whisker in sight.
