So this is where we part, My Friend,
   and you'll run on, around the bend,
   gone from sight, but not from mind,
   new pleasures there you'll surely find.

   I will go on, I'll find the strength,
   life measures quality, not its length.
   One long embrace before you leave,
   share one last look, before I grieve.

   There are others, that much is true,
   but they be they, and they aren't you.
   And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
   will remember well all you've taught.

   Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
   the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
   And as you journey to your final rest,
   take with you this...I loved you best.