J - My dog is a pensioner

My Dog Is Ninety Eight

Of pensionable age she lays,
Dreaming of her younger days
When rabbits fled and burrowed deep,
It's alright now she's fast asleep.

Noisy neighbours make a din
But she'll only wake to the biscuit tin
Being rattled hard to attract her attention,
'Leave her alone she's drawing her pension'!

Open fields and Moorland fell
Stories of her youth she'd tell,
If only she could communicate-
But she's a dog and ninety eight!

Now at peace she's passed away
l miss her almost every day
Her dark brown eyes and wagging tail
And walking in a northern gale.