Well it looks like life has run out of trees for you this walk through the world, little buddy.
You were so very good all the days of your life... such an open heart; mine is breaking.
This walk; our last one together, I will carry you though I do not know the way.
Grover Maxwell Underfoot the Great has been my companion for 13+ years but sadly his days are coming to an end. This is my poem for him. He has been such a good boy.