Every morning she’d complain
“I never get any sleep”
“He tosses and turns all night”
“Always up early too”

She’d warn friends,
“He’s a bit much sometimes”
“He means well; really”
“He just don’t know better”


Oh she’d groan,
“Why you always want my food”
“Don’t... Don’t look at me like that”
“Ok, one bite y’know I hate sharing my food!”

There’s an old picture of them in visor
She slides it out
Looking upon the empty seat
Tearfully chuckling; “I miss that **** dog