I hear your paws on the stairs,
Your soft bark in the night;
But not even all my prayers,
Could bring you into sight.
I feel you sitting next to me;
Your fur is now ice cold;
But I know I\'ll never get to see
Your face so white and old.
I know you\'re here, Jack,
Standing by my side,
And I\'ve wanted you back,
Since the day you died.