POEMS ABOUT LOSS

II:  Missing You.

Your need for my company pulled at me.

Used to cats, not dogs, I was annoyed at first,

but soon you became an expected and

welcomed constant by my side.

We talked to each other while we walked

each day.  I felt you understood my thoughts.

Your liquid brown gaze never wavered,

telling me that you sympathized.

I didn’t know how much I would miss you,

how your dignified, patient presence would

place a permanent paw print on my heart.

I look forward to hugging you when
we meet again in the beyond.