They say there is a reason,
They say that time will heal,
But neither time nor reason,
Will change the way I feel.

For no-one knows the heartache,
That lies behind my smile,
No-one knows how many times,
I have broken down and cried.

i want to tell you something,
So there won;t be any doubt,
You're so wonderful to think of,
​But so hard to be without.

You never said I'm leaving, 
You never said goodbye.
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why.

A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill.

It broke my hear to loose you,
But you didn't go alone.
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.

You left me beautiful memories
Your love is still my guide,
And though we cannot see you,
You are always by at my side.

Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us everyday,
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
Still loved, still missed and very dear.

Your life was a blessing,
Your memory a treasure,
You are Loved beyond words,
And missed beyond measure

So this is where we part, My Friend,
And you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind, 
New pleasures there you'll surely find.

I will go on; I'll find the strength,
Life measures quality, not it's length.
One last embrace before you leave
Share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true, 
But they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
Will remember well all you've taught.

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
The fur I stroked, the nose I kisses.
And as you journey to your final rest, 
Take with you this... I loved you best.

I thought I saw you
In the crowd
They walked like you
Their stance was proud

Their hair the same
Their profile too
I really thought
It could be you.

Then I remembered 
You were gone
My heart fell flat
​As I walked on.

If I should go before the rest of you 
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone, 
Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice 
But be the usual selves that I have known. 
Weep if you must, Parting is hell, 
But Life goes on, So sing as well.