Passing of a friend

What do you say to a dear old friend

Who has come, at last, to the journey's end?

The only way you can thank her for

The wonderful times you enjoyed before

Is to be right there at her end of day

And hold her tightly as she slips away.

Memories surface, albeit sad,

Of the good old days, and the fun you had.

Comfort, perhaps, but I'd rather see

My dear old friend still here with me.

No matter that projects you had on hand,

Were small or stupid, not great and grand;

She would be there with a happy smile

To go with you on that extra mile.

She never judged you as some will do

But, warts and all, she accepted you

And made the best of it - as needs must -

How could you ever repay such trust?

Companions can argue about what’s best

And she was no different from all the rest.

But who never held grudges or paid me back

As some have done when they thought me slack.

Many there are of whom we're fond,

Who may forge with us a lasting bond;

But this friend was different from me and you -

For she walked on 4 feet instead of 2.

 

(Author unknown)