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...