When I was out walking with 'Buster' one day
I saw a poor dog near the road
She whimpered her fur was all dirty and grey
As down to the doggy I strode.
We took the dog home and gave her a feed
And washed her and bathed all her sores
My dog slept beside her to give her some warmth
And licked all the hurt from her paws.
I called the dog 'Bess' just to give her a name
And took her to visit my Vet
He was sympathetic but said she would die
And would last just one week at the best.
My 'Buster and Bess' became really good friends
Each day we would walk we would play
But 'Bess' she got weaker unable to walk
We could see her just fading away.
Now 'Old Bess' has gone were the good doggies go
No more in the fields will she roam
And 'Buster' and me have lost a good friend
But we know we gave her a good home.
And so if you see a poor dog in the road
Please don't just leave her to die
But fill her last days with love 'ere she goes
To God's green fields up in the SKY.