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 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 everyday.
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 "good-night,
God bless you Mom and Dad, 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.

Brenda

Next time I think of her I'm just going to stroke her head right in mid-air.

*Thanks.* *sniffle.*

: Mary

Tissue please...Sarah

I had to reach for the Scotties too. Had a reading by a psychic in December and she asked me if I lost a big yellow dog recently, because he is still with me all the time. That would be my Kuvasz, Grieco.

After reading your poem............wow!

Thanks for sharing

Jenny

C3D - did you write that? If not, do you know who did?

Yep! IMO, knowing that the end is near was even harder to deal with than the rest.