How strange it feels to come back home
To find you are not there.
You always waited by the house,
Or underneath the car.
How strange that I can see you now,
Running down the path.
That happy grin across your face,
Pleased that I've come home.
The little things you did,
Putting a paw on the door.
Biting me softly on the nose,
To show me that you care.
You'd cuddle up in to my face,
And drool right down my neck.
Your face would smile, all the while
Purring your content.
I went in to your garden,
And sat upon the seat.
The one I built from sleepers,
On which you promptly set your feet.
I can see you even now,
Smiling in the dark.
You are still here with me,
If only in my heart.
Tomorrow will be very hard,
For I must carry you home once more.
Only this time I won't see that smile,
Or see you set your foot upon the door.
The seat beside me is now cold,
I miss your presence even more.
But I will always love you,
For that you can be sure.