Oh, dear Angus
Big ol' softy, my smushy-faced friend
Loved you before I ever met you
And when you came over this May
And leaned on me
I knew you were forever imprinting yourself
On my heart.

Oh, smushy-faced lug
Big and black and sweet as molasses
Guardian of your Momma Anna
Guy friend of Mark in a house of girls,
Best friend and big brother to two pesky sisters
Anchor of the household
By sheer size and presence
You will be missed.

Big ol'block-headed boy
Brown eyes full of love
And the wisdom an old dog possesses
Shed little black hairs at the Rainbow Bridge now
And watch over all of those who loved you -
A very big task,
For you are much loved by many
But one I know
You can handle

Big ol' smushy-faced, block-headed lug of a boy
We love you!

P.S. You find Sheba, now, she's marked a lot like you, but shaped more like a shepherd. She's been there for a long time, since I was 11, and she's real smart, so she'll know all the good spots for treats and skritches and bellyrubs there at the Rainbow Bridge. She'll also show you to where my Mom is undoubtedly handing out cookies for good dogs, and Mom'll love you, too.