Baron

His bowls will sit there empty,
But I'll leave them in their place.
No more will water drip down
From his thirsty, furry face.
There'll be no one to bark
When the planes fly high
It's going to be one of those moments
When I'm sure I'll want to cry.
But I know the day will come,
When my tears will finally fade,
And I'll focus on the good times,
and all the fetch we played.
So until the day that we
Can be together once again,
I'll keep your memory alive
'Til we meet at the Bridge, my friend.