In the morning light, when the sun is high,
A shadow falls, and from my heart, a sigh.
Your collar rests upon a table bare,
A tear wells up when I see your hair.
The leash hangs still, next to my hat,
An empty house—I’m not used to that.
Our memories carved with every walk,
I often wish that you could talk.
Your paws, once soft, are no longer here,
I held you close and shed a tear.
You closed your eyes and said goodbye,
I’m still here, unable to stop my cry.
You were not just a dog, but my best friend,
I have a hole in my heart that will not mend.
Tears fall from my face like morning rain,
But I could no longer see you in your pain.
I held your paw as you fell to sleep,
My pillow wet with tears, I can’t help but weep.
Even though I’ve let you go,
It’s hard to continue with the show.
Goodbye, my friend, my faithful one,
Your journey ends, but mine goes on.
In every sunset, in each star above,
I’ll find a trace of your endless love.
