Climbing out the car, walking to the door. We see you're not a young pup anymore.

Your tail, it still wags as your leash is passed to me. Off to be pampered. Oh yes indeed.

As I help you up into the tub, in the bath you really do love a good scrub.

You stay standing as long as you can. When you lay down, I understand.

My heart is full of the memories of the past. You are not the first and sadly you won't be the last.

Trying to hold back the tears but I can't anymore, knowing this may be the last time you walk through my door.

- Rebecca Newby -