I had a little friend, his legs they numbered four, he was always waiting behind the outside door
waiting for a clap or two, to let him know your there, wag his tail run around roll over on the floor
always happy never sad untill he did get old, a little friend a little pal, he was as good as gold,
but old age it did get him, i am sorry i have to say, our little friend it's time to go he did what he was told.
i am sure i saw a smile, upon his little face, he lay down on the table and went out with great grace,
not a sigh nor a whimper, he did not let out, i think he knew his time was short and quickly running out,
we never will forget him, to know him was a joy, our little pal, our little dog, our wee chester boy.
i know he will be waiting inside of heavens door , how long it takes i do not know just sitting on the floor,
waiting for a certain voice, his love he wants to show , waiting for his family that he once did know.