The Loss of a Heart-Dog

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I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. 

I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep. 

I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, 

"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."​

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, 

You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me. ​

I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. 

I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more. ​

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. 

I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there. ​

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. 

I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me." 

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. 

I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there. 

It's possible for me, to be so near you every day. 

To say to you with certainty, "I never went away." ​

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew ... in the 

stillness of that evening, I was very close to you. ​

The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning 

and say "goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning." ​

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, 

I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side. 

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. 

Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me. 

 

​--Author Unknown