…As I listen to you breathing and moving on the bed,
so many different thoughts are drifting around my head
thoughts of a young puppy, so young with curly tail
and now you’re so much older and so very, very frail.
As I watch you struggle daily, much slower than before
my eyes fill with sadness and with tears but I am sure
as you try to climb the stairs, on your own without my aid
you are much stronger than me, ‘cos I am very, very afraid…