At close of day I wandered home

With worries which were many.

My work encompasses grief and strife

But there to greet, was Penny.

She never spoke nor could she

Nor were her signs misleasding

We always knew what she would mean

Through loving eyes, just pleading.

But there were times I ran ahead

Passing Penny at some speed

She's sense Tache had not eaten all

His bowl was hers - her feed!

Her golden coat and soft brown eyes

Made Penny so appealing

To see her sleep guarding "The Grange"

Was a reassuring feeling.

Her pains are over, she's earned her rest

Our sorrows are so many

Yet all our lives are truly blessed

For sharing it with Penny.