I wait while you die
I wait as you take your last breath
As life flees you.
I die too. I die a little with the last breath you take.
Good bye, my beloved little friend.

Life continues. I arise each morning and ready myself for the day ahead.
Only I know the ultimate pain of your empty bowl on the floor.
No one else feels the terrible pain of your empty dish
Upon the floor. No one else feels the hurt as
I open the door for your morning run and
you are not there.
I stand, gazing at the lonely yard made sad by your absence.

I see you clearly even as I know you are no more.
I have washed your bowl and put in a special place
Close to my memories of you.
Your toys are still scattered upon the living room floor.
You still exist in that secret place that was ours alone.
I seldom intrude into that place. I will always see you there.

Perhaps I will share it with you?- our special place,
yours and mine alone.
I wonder: how could such an innocent being,
Such a small, little four- legged, furry being leave so
Great a hole in my life?
I have never loved so completely nor have been
Loved so completely before you came into my life.
I will always be half myself without you.
You were so much more than a small dog.

You were my constant companion, sharing equally
My joys and hurts. You alleviated all the pains of life.
You loved me without question, requesting nothing in return.
The empty place in my soul will never be filled.