Beyond Our Trails (Requiem for Ozzy)...

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.