She's getting older, she's alone,
Her husband passed, the kids are grown.
They think her feeble, just because,
She talks to an animal with four paws.





The days are long, but years are short,
With friends long gone, she now resorts,
To the best friend she's ever had,
Who stays beside her, won't get mad...





If she forgets a breakfast date,
Because she needed to sleep late,
He listens if she tells a tale,
More often than the Pope gets mail.





He doesn't care if she's now slow,
He'll walk with her both to and fro,
Till she remembers why she's here,
And he will always make it clear.





She cared for him, he'll be there now,
Protect her the best he knows how,
Grandma and her best friend, Puff,
Of cuddling, they can't get enough.





And if she then, should get a whim.....
Don't worry if she talks to him!