So much about Henry will follow us
Into our everyday thoughts.
The comfort of nuzzling wet muzzle, soft
Wooly coat, never in moult
But growing anew every season
Like sheep's covering, keeping
Them busy with regular clipping.
Talk will be coloured with Henry's
Undoubted show of pure canine love.
Anyone calling he would have to approve
By a wag of his 'Airdaley' tail, as
He availed himself of all whom he could.
Henry will from now, not be seen
But be felt, deep in serene air, the green
Of the farm weaving his calm untroubled
Life into where he was loved
As probably, no dog had been.
Dilligent eyes following every last move
Of the family cats, watching the tracks
Left by incoming visitor's cars, by far
The gentlest of dogs, encased in such
Gigantic frame - - - how can
Life be the same without Henry?
Fay Slimm
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