Tilly My Friend

Who is that looking at me Waiting for me to say "Good Morning Tilly " So that she can reply By snuggling up against me Paws around my neck Plants a lick upon my face Sighs, and goes to sleep. There she would stay if i let her Til when you need to move You try moving 35 kilos Not an easy thing to shove. She sighs and stretches slowly Its all a game to her Cos she is an older dog Who wants to sleep forever So you say the magic word "Biscuits" Straight away she will move To look for her breakfast dish Wide awake for food She doesnt ask much from me Loves everyonr in sight I wonder who didnt want her Sent for re-homing was her plight Never again will this happen She has a home til the end. Where she can play or sleep around Cos Tilly is now "My Friend"