My dog Rocket.

My best friend is in the clouds
My Rocket is in the stars
My first dog is walking those streets of gold

He loved me to no end
He walked with me, on and on he walked with me
His loyalty and devotion stretched out to the farthest ends of the universe

He loved the woods, he loved sunny days,
He loved the spring air full of pollen and bees
But, most of all he loved me and I loved him

He was my paid for friendship
He was the one with all the answers
He was buried in the woods he loved so much

When I was sad he was there with a smiling face and a wagging tail
When I was sick he was there with a healing nose and joyful attitude
When I was a fool he was there to ignore it

Where was I when he was sick and dying?
Not with him…
But, he is in a lovely place waiting to forgive me

Now one last thing must be said before I too am dead…
Rocket, thank you for being my very best friend.