Look not
for me by the favourite chair, I am not there.
See me not
at the bed's foot, nor at the door's step, I am not there.
Do not look
to the earth's cold hand, it could not hold me, I am not there.
Look to the
midnight star, a comet's flash, racing shadows in the field, sun lights dance on
water's edge.
Hear me,
the rustle of the grass, pine bough sigh, the beat of bird's wings, the rain's
quiet tattoo.
Feel me in
your heart, for it is there I cannot leave.
Wait for my
loving kiss, my paw's soft touch at Rainbow Bridge
I will meet
you there, and we shall dance again, together.
(Author unknown)
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