My Old Dog - An Ode to Ebony

My poor dog is getting old
She’s blind, and deaf, and lame.
She goes up and down a flight of stairs
Like an old person with a cane.
She’ll still go out and chase a ball
And go for a prolonged walk,
But any prolonged exercise
Will usually make her balk.
She’s old, she’s blind, she’s feeble too
She doesn’t respond to her name,
She has an occasional accident
But I love her just the same.
Where else in the world can you find a friend
Whose devotion is so clear,
Who hasn’t another care in the world
Except to have you near?
For a dog is a man’s best friend they say
Although there’s no dialogue;
So what else is there to be in return
But the best friend to the dog?