You were the light within my days,
A quiet warmth in gentle ways.
When I worked and when I ate,
When I drove home late—
Every thought would drift to you.
I see your shadow in the hall,
I hear faint echoes of your call.
In every corner of this place,
I almost glimpse your fleeting trace—
As if you never truly left.
Young and curious—that was you,
With playful eyes and mischief too.
You never once ignored your meal,
Your eager steps, your hungry squeal.
But now I call into the air,
And silence answers everywhere.
No tiny paws come running through—
This home still waits,
But it no longer opens for you
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
You were the light within my days,
A quiet warmth in gentle ways.
When I worked and when I ate,
When I drove home late—
Every thought would drift to you.
I see your shadow in the hall,
I hear faint echoes of your call.
In every corner of this place,
I almost glimpse your fleeting trace—
As if you never truly left.
Young and curious—that was you,
With playful eyes and mischief too.
You never once ignored your meal,
Your eager steps, your hungry squeal.
But now I call into the air,
And silence answers everywhere.
No tiny paws come running through—
This home still waits,
But it no longer opens for you
My precious little Dodo is now in a better place
I will forever miss you
