She walked beside him, steady and true,A black-furred guide through skies so blue.Betty, his first, his trusted friend,A bond unbroken, without end. Through bustling streets and quiet lanes,She led with love, she bore no chains.A guiding light, a beacon bright,Turning darkness into sight. But time’s cruel hand began to steal,The light she gave, the steps once real.Her leader’s sight began to fade,A twist of fate so cruelly made. Now, led by the one she once had shown,Through Birchwood paths they both had known.A cane in hand, but still she stayed,A loyal heart that never strayed. Then Reena came—a torch anew,To guide, to love, to see him through.And Betty, though her…