This is the end of the road, Jack.
It feels like the end of the world.
I can clearly remember that day, long ago;
You were snug in a basket, all curled
In a ball, fast asleep and you just looked so sweet
That I knew there and then it was you.
All your brothers were lovely, but just not my type,
So it turned out to be just us two.
We’ve had wonderful times, we’ve played ball in the park,
We’ve been to the beach and had fun.
And though we’ve both aged, we’ve still had our walks
And warmed our tired bones in the sun.
But I know you’re in pain and your eyes say it all.
What can I do for my dearest, best friend?
I don’t want you to go as I’ll be so alone,
But, Jack… I can make it all end.
We’ll go to the place where they’ve been full of care
And such kindness have shown, year on year.
It will be very hard, but I love you so much
It’s the best I can do now, my dear.
I’ll be with you, old friend, as your pain disappears
And the cares of the world fall away.
But I’ll never forget how you captured my heart
On that long distant, magical day.