Tilly and Ossie

She was coming up ten when I rescued her A Boxer with sad sad eyes Needed a home wasn't wanted loved her for two and a half years, until Tilly died Nearly a week since she left me My heart feels so empty inside Had to run away to my family Who also have boxers, I sat and cried One old boy is a twelve year old Snowy white soft fur he has But a problem with his spine Is making life difficult for him to last Maybe tomorrow will be his last one As he labours to move his legs I fear To lose two dogs in a few days Will be more than I can bear. I said goodnight to Ossie He looked at me as much to say I will soon be with Tilly She will wait and show me the way.