There’s a spot on my bed
where you used to lay.
It’s empty now
and I long for you to appear and curl up there.
Your dog bed is empty too
like a memorial to you
your fur covered siblings
still smell you on the air.
I went to fill your dog bowl
with your favorite kind of food.
Your collar didn’t jingle,
I couldn’t hear the tap of your nails on the floor.
It’s quiet here tonight,
without you here to let us know you’re in charge.
I would give anything to hear you bark once more,
Even just at the wind on the door.
I hope you sleep sweet tonight,
In your new home among the stars.
May the ones I have loved and lost,
love you like I did here on earth before.
In memory of my dog Brittany, who crossed the rainbow bridge today. 2009-2023.
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Josey Pickering
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