A friend on my moms sent her an email with reference to this poem by Rudyard Kipling, some old guy that wrote poetry. My mom had to look it up and see what it was about. then she got all teary eyed and had to bother me sleeping in my favorite hiding place under the shelf in the bedroom. She called me out to give me a big hug.
This is the poem:
Four-Feet by Rudyard Kipling
I have done mostly what most men do,
And pushed it out of my mind;
But I can’t forget, if I wanted to,
Four-Feet trotting behind.
Day after day, the whole day through –
Wherever my road inclined –
Four-feet said, “I am coming with you!”
And trotted along behind.
Now I must go by some other round, –
Which I shall never find –
Somewhere that does not carry the sound
Of Four-Feet trotting behind.