Here lies poor Nick, an honest creature,Of faithful, gentle, courteous nature;A parlour pet unspoil'd by favour,A pattern of good dog behaviour.Without a wish, without a dreamBeyond his home and friends at Cheam,Contentedly through life he trottedAlong the path that fate allotted;Till time, his aged body wearing,Bereaved him of his sight and hearing,Then laid him down without a pain,To sleep, and never wake again.
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