The empty bed
and the empty bowl,
the weed covered
path we used to stroll;
dog snacks, muddy
tracks and the hair on the floor,
and the slap of
the flap on your dog door.
There's still
the fence that kept you safe,
and there's
still the bandanas I can't put on.
Some things,
they remain,
but some things
are forever gone.
These old
photographs, they can't take your place;
they only bring
tears that flow down my face.
Your love was
unconditional, mine was the same.
The price of
love is memories and their pain.
They say time
heals everything
and yes I know
that is true
The food and the
Vet bills, you were worth every dollar,
but there is
nothing so sad and it hurts so bad as I cling to
"this Empty
Collar"
(Author unknown)
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