He follows me from room to room, and if he wakes and finds me gone he tracks me round the house, his nose pressed to the floor.
His eyes and ears no longer serve, but his nose is keen as when he was a pup. And once he finds where I have gone, he digs a place that never seems to be quite right.
He turns around a couple of times, then comes to lie beside me.
There is no greater love.
His eyes and ears no longer serve, but his nose is keen as when he was a pup. And once he finds where I have gone, he digs a place that never seems to be quite right.
He turns around a couple of times, then comes to lie beside me.
There is no greater love.
