There’s sadness now, we cry, we weep,
our gentle giant’s gone to sleep.
It’s quiet, yet we hear his sound,
his feet still dragging along the ground.

He made all welcome, no bark, no growl,
just the largest grin, then he’d fetch his towel.
He asked for nothing but gave his all,
right to the end, to that final call.

When it’s time for us to take that final ride,
that fearful trip to the other side,
our journey there will bear no strife,
we know he’ll be waiting, as he was in life.

If you’ve lost your friend, if he’s not at hand,
the loneliness you’ll understand.
No more will follow, they couldn’t compare
to that giant, gentle, big black bear.

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