Sunlight streams through the window pane

unto a spot on the floor….

then I remember,

it’s where you used to lie,

but now you are no more.

Our feet walk down a hall of carpet,

and muted echoes sound….

then I remember,

It’s where your paws would joyously abound.

A voice is heard along the road,

and up beyond the hill,

then I remember it can’t be yours….

your golden voice is still.

But I’ll take that vacant spot of floor

and empty muted hall

and lay them with the absent voice

and unused dish along the wall.

I’ll wrap these treasured memorials

in a blanket of my love

and keep them for my best friend

until we meet above.