This is taken from a poem called “The Place Where The Old Horse Died”, by G J Whyte-Melville, 1821-1878, it is the verse I always use to help console myself when a loved one of my animals passes on;
There are men both good and wise, who hold in a future state,
Dumb creatures we have cherished here below,
Shall gives us joyous greeting as we pass the golden gate,
Is it folly, that I hope it may be so;
For never man had friend more endearing to the end,
truer mate of every turn of time and tide,
Should I think we’d meet again, it would lighten half my pain,
at the place where the old horse died.
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