Ted Hannaford

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• February 20, 2006, on George and Sky:

  I lost a treasured friend today, The big black dog who used to lay Her gentle head upon my knee And share her silent thoughts with me. She'll come, no longer, to my call, Retrieve no more, her favourite ball. A voice far greater than my own Has called her to His golden throne. Although my eyes are filled with tears, I thank her for the happy years And for her love and loyalty, That she freely gave to me. When it's time for me to go And join her there, this much I know, I shall not fear the transient dark For she will greet me with her bark.