Run free sweet hound, your race is run
Your time with us on earth is done
Those soulful eyes, that dear sweet face
Yes all who knew you loved our Grace.
A gentle giant, shy to start
But deep down still a pup at heart
In racing days your turn of speed
Meant you mostly took the lead
You ran your heart out, did they care?
But their loss brought us you to share
No aches or pains will slow you more
As you race on that distant shore
No hound stretched out before the fire
We stay to mourn, it's hard to face
Your favourite place
That dog -shaped space
Where we should see our lovely GRACE