Sundays were made for strolls through the park    Though before today she’d always gone alone    Now the sun shines down all around them    Because Natalie’s not alone, she’s not alone   On Friday she’d bought a Yorkshire terrier   And instantly found a true friend of her own   Now they sing and skip through the flowers    Because Natalie’s not alone, she’s not alone      She named him Effie, Effie was his name    Despite a bladder problem, she loved him just the same   She takes him nearly everywhere she goes    He delights her with the many tricks he knows   Now the sun shines down all around them    Because Natalie’s not alone      She knits him sweaters and woolen winter hats    From the window she watches him chase the neighbors' cats   And laughs and laughs    “Hey Effie, would you like to go for a walk?   Would you like to go for a ride?”    And Effie never left her side until she died