Oh noble warrior , rest the rest of kings.
We share the bond of warriors past,
and lived our lives as the story tellers would sing.
Your loyalty cannot go unsung as the final roles were cast.
Seven plus decades of brotherhood while I was away,
you stood in my stead.
Flashing your armour protecting our home
for nothing more than a biscuit and bed.
Always my friend in spite of what I asked,
You stood by my side no matter the task.
And when I was down and my heart not free,
You'd bring your smile with your paw on my knee.
No foe could deter you, always standing your ground.
It wasn't man that brought you down.
You broke your leg while bounding away,
trying to move when I asked you to stay.
Lost your step as age caused confusion,
it was a cancerous growth in the final conclusion.
But the truth could not free you from all of the pain,
Though you tried to stand brave with your efforts in vain.
As you lay in my arms, panting in pain,
your heart and your breath finally stilled.
The final act of a warriors role was sounded at last.
The light faded from your eyes, your fate was fulfilled.
As I placed your head gently on the graves moist ground in a final position of repose, I prayed by myself,
Here lies Waldo, A warrior and my friend,
an Irish wolfhound whose life's at a close.