Into the coffee house we go
And there they are,
A friend sitting in a chair
And there on her lap he sits,
Hugo sits there,
His clear eyes staring ahead,
His tongue at the side of his mouth.
He sees us and gets down,
We stroke his pale coat
And he looks at us.
He is like and elderly man,
Cannot see well,
Has no teeth
But he knows us
And is so friendly,
So friendly to all.
I give him a treat,
Which he enjoys.
Hugo has been on this world,
Been on this world for many years
And during all his fourteen years
He has been loved,
Been loved by our friend
And it shows every time,
Every time we see them.
The joy in each others company,
Is unbounded and is there,
There for all to see.