Farley was a handsome boy just nine years old when he died. Though I have had others dogs since – he is still very much missed

Farley

He was rather large, Alaskan bred,
With stand up ears and a bit overfed.
His massive frame would crowd the door
So passersby could shake his paw!

Now sheltered beneath a snowy pine
His trackless tracks no more define.
As soft and silent descends the snow
Farley’s trusting life let go!


One morning when everything was alive with sounds spring, a gentle breeze lifted a piece of black and grey fluff across the lawn. I stooped and picked it up memories of Farley came flooding back,and I felt he was not far away.

Beryl McMullen