A good dog never dies, she always stays,

And walks besides you on crispy autumn days,

When frost is on the fields and when the year

Is ending and the winter is drawing near.

 

And when it's summer and when the bees are humming

She leaps ahead of you and awaits you coming,

And anytime you're lonely, look, you'll see

Her great eyes watching you solemnly,

 

Just call her in your heart, she'll cease her play

Her head within your hand in her old way.

 

~author unknown~

 

Here is a link to a short video celebrating Myriah