My lap is
too too empty, and cold
the soft
resting head no longer there to warm it.
No comfort
to be found, no furry body to stroke
my quiet
companion gone ...
My heart is
broken, there are no other words
to write it
- this empty ache, this space
you filled,
loving always, never judging ...
My friend
has left, and my hands, arms, all
helpless to
stop it.
Little one,
fly free, where the fields are green
and filled
with friends gone before. I will
carry you
always, your paw prints ever beating,
running
joyously to greet me whenever I call
and memory
stirs in my heart ...
(Author unknown)
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