I miss my dear and faithful friend.
We traveled through the years together, she and I,
each watching the orther grow older.
She was the keeper of my heart –
aware of my ups and downs,
responsive to my needs,
affectionate and true.
My life is different now witout her.
It’s strange to come home
and not heart her familiar bark,
or see that tail wagging furiously
back and forth – so happy just to see me.
I sit … expecting her to run over and nudge me,
or put the head in my lap …
but, she does not come.
She is not there.
This place is not the same without her.
Still, I know that I was lucky
to have her for so long.
I keep telling myself that.
But, whenever I feel like it,
I’m going to have myself a good cry,
and I won’t be shamed by my tears.
It’s the least I can do
to mourn such a loyal and devoted friend.
(Author unknown)
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