Ten winters, ten summers, you stayed by my side,
With eyes full of knowing, with a lion’s quiet pride.
You weren’t just a dog—you were rhythm and song,
The calm in my chaos when the days felt too long.

A coat like the midnight, heart warm as the sun,
You never asked much—just a walk, maybe one.
Not for show, not for tricks, not a soul to impress,
Just love in your gaze, and your quiet “yes.”

You taught me of presence, of peace in the still,
Of loyalty’s silence, and love’s deepest will.
When I lost my way, it was you who stayed near—
The anchor, the brother, the balm, the seer.

Now heaven holds you in its boundless blue stretch—
But knowing you, Ben…
you still don’t wanna play fetch.