Soft, gentle eyes, that say so much,
Although you cannot speak,
Your affection given unstintingly,
Little in return you seek,
Just a daily run, a place to lie
And a reassuring pat,
With a kindly voice, to make you feel at home
As you lie upon the mat,
You miss them both, well of course you do,
That is obvious to see,
As your ears prick up when you hear a car,
Is it them, have they come for me?
But although I know you wait for them
And the delights of your special place,
You show me still, with your gentle eyes,
We're a second best you can face!