I looked for you today
in all your usual places.
Your doggie bed was empty
the covers showed no traces.
Your squeaky ball lay silent
when dinner came and went.
Such sweetness in your grin
no harm you ever meant.
The other dogs are wondering
when they bark into the sky
why you’re not out there woofing
with your usual reply.
I took your collar from the drawer
where I had put it to keep.
I think of you, it still smells of you
and all I do is weep.
Now I have your ashes
and memories all of you
Your white face and gentle nature
I miss you Piggy Poo.
| Dita Shenk |