Our dear friend Monty has left us,
The poor old dog is no more;
He has followed his old friend Wicket 
And passed thru Heaven’s Doggy Door.

A lovely pedigreed Gordon Setter,
With a heart so big and kind;
A better dispositioned dog, 
I doubt you’d ever find.

He used to lie out on the grass, 
And watch the wild doves feed;
It was a most unusual trait,
For he was a bird-dog breed.

Monty just loved everyone,
You could quite easily tell;
He loved to ‘talk’ to all his friends, 
And slobber on them as well.

Monty was an ‘outside’ dog,
He couldn’t roll over or beg;
And we just couldn’t let him come inside,
Because he would always cock his leg.

He lived to quite a ripe old age,
He was with us for 14years,
Years of love and devotion,
Farewelled with love and tears.

So now whenever we go outside,
Old Monty won’t be there;
To rest his chin upon my leg,
When I sit in the garden chair.

And there will be a brand new star,
In the night sky overhead;
Where Monty, our dear old lovely friend,
Will make his celestial bed.