DUNTARVIE WOLFE ShCm

Dec 1997 - June 2007

Noble, Devoted, Courageous, Affectionate and Fun Loving.

My Companion, My Protector and My Friend

A TRUE ROTTWEILER IN EVERY WAY

When the wind blows, so gentle and sweet. Can you see him so loyal as he lies at your feet?

And as the sun shines with its golden hew. Can you see his coat glisten with gold in it to?

Even Autumn brings vivid colours to view, The leaves on the ground he plays in them too.

And in winter our world turned white with the snow, He’s there to, his muzzle white with age he now shows.

The seasons of life, we take so for granted, Not a thought of losing this soul so enchanted.

For why should we miss a soul not yet gone 'We don’t want to think about being alone.

But should life follow its path normally, They’ll be only memories left, for you and for me.

To etch in our hearts with the senses we know, The sound of his bark, the smell of him there.

 the sight of him then running  without a care.

Then when life’s seasons have made their claim, We can call him back when we whisper his name.

And when the wind blows so gentle and sweet, Can you see him so sweet as he lies at your feet?

And as the sun shines with its golden hew, Can you see his coat glisten with gold in it to?

Even Autumn brings vivid colours to view, The leaves on the ground, he’s among them to.

And in winter our world turned white with the snow, He’s there to, his muzzle white with age he now shows.

For they never leave our souls and our minds, As we hold so tight to the love that still shines.

Life’s seasons will come and then they will go….

But our memories we’ll cherish….and then comes the snow.

Rest in peace sweet boy, we will be together again soon.