We lost, today a faithful friend,

Came to a short and early end,

He was only three, still half grown,

Thank you Angus, do have a bone.

This cheeky chocolate Labrador,

Was one, you just could not ignore,

He’d nudge and bump or bite your ear,

Just so you knew that he was near

By, and then he’d look, wouldn’t he,

His head on one side quizzically?

An ugly looking mutt; for sure,

Skinny leg and a great big paw.

He never grew to fit his head,

Twas too large but enough is said,

His soul was big, as was his heart.

That was by far his greatest art.

Angus, you’ve left behind a sore,

We couldn’t have loved you any more!

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