Walked each day in our own way
Watched your little hairs turn gray
However old we did become
I swear much more should still have come
But here it is, this trail that ends
And here you'll rest, as my heart pretends
that in some time this wound should mend
The mortal part is gone
and I can't preserve it with this song
I'm only left to stumble mournfully along
with merely memories to carry me beyond
these trails of our most treasured bond
In solitude I'm stalked by sorrow
with a loss that follows each tomorrow
But in all our trails, much more was found
that no legends told could ever expound
upon the triumphs of our stamping ground
And though my hollowed heart seems failing
Our exultant past will inevitably be prevailing
The mortal part is gone
and I can't immortalize it in any song
I'll do my best to stumble on
with treasured memories to carry-on
the remnants of our enduring bond
Alas, here I must leave your soul to rest
and tell your ghost "You Were The Best"
and even though we're parted here
I'll hold our memories forever dear
that they may keep us both however near
I will take these remnants with me everywhere
Beyond our trails, I will wander on with care
not to fully miss you anywhere
For Ozzy, Prince of Dogness, Best Beast Ever, Legendary Wild-Man, Devourer of Chicken, Slayer of Rats, Defender of His Territory, Foremost ConquistaDog and Conqueror of all enemies that dared to cross his path, Inventor of the mythical "double-jump", Rumble-Master Extraordinaire who played many ball games exceeding three water-up pup super cool-down-dips, the little dog that lived larger than the world was grand, and did it all with more style than any other entity I've ever known.
