Your resting place may not have been weeded as often as it once was, and your hastily written name plaque is fading slightly, but dear boy you're not forgotten.
When I visit Haddock's either to tend or harvest, there you are, and I always kneel by your side to have a quiet word.
I tell you how things are going, I tell you about Bok and Freddie, and I tell you about all the other local dogs that you knew so well. Nothing much has changed (well, it's only been a few months).
With our present weather you would have already been down to the lake for some swimming; it'll be a little quieter down there this year, and the fishermen can cast their lines in relative peace. Not that we really cared, did we!
Before too long you'll be covered in Pumpkins and Squashes, and I'll plant some more interesting flowers for you.
You rest now, I'll be back in a while. xxx