Sunlight streams through window pane
unto a spot on the floor....
then We 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 We remember,
It's where your paws would joyously abound.
A voice is heard along the road,
and up beyond the hill,
then We'll remember it can't be yours....
your golden voice is still.
But We'll take that vacant spot of floor
and empty muted hall
and lay them with the absent voice
and unused dish along the wall.
We'll wrap these treasured memorials
in a blanket of our love
and keep them for our best friend
until we meet above.

Author Unknown

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