At the grand age of seventeen and a half years, Tilly passed over the Rainbow Bridge. Despite her great age, it was still unexpected as she didn't look old (the above photograph was taken only last year). She kept right on hunting and socialised with (bossed!) the Pack members to the last.
That is what we used to call you
Young and fresh as a bud in May
Always ready to play
Despite your seventeen years.
Was your other name
Emerald lamps that glowed so bright
As you stalked and hunted into the night
Then crept, all innocent-like
into our warm and welcoming bed.
Tilly the Sadly-Missed
Faithful companion and Setter friend
Sadness now, but a love without end
And a promise to meet again
In a timeless space between the rainbow bands
Sadly missed - always loved