My sweet girl is gone
She died at home in my arms on July 15.
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 pawprints ever beating,
running joyously to greet me whenever I call
and memory stirs in my heart...