My Bonnie Dog ©
John Bearcat-Redmond
Fife, Scotland
2003
My bonnie dog you're slowly dying, there is nothing I can do
It really breaks my heart each day, when I think of you
I tried to hide the future and blank out all my mind
But to let you go on and suffer, would be ever so unkind
I look into your eyes and see the times we had long ago
When climbing the hills of the Glen or playing in the snow
It's only been a short time, a few years short of ten
The companionship you gave me, I can never have again
Fare ye well my bonnie dog, fare ye well this day
Your barking sound will stay in my heart, as I see your spirit play
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