OLD DOGS DO NOT DIE

We have a secret you and I,

That no one else shall know,

For who but I can see you lie,

Each night in fireglow?

And who but I can reach my hand

Before we go to bed,

And feel the living warmth of you

And touch your silken head?

And only I walk woodland paths,

And see ahead of me,

Your small form racing with the wind,

So young again and free.

And only I can see you swim

In every brook I pass.

And when I call no one but I

Can see the bending grass.

Author Unknown