People in the street ask you about me;
" Where's your dog?" "you just don't look the same.”
" Part of you is missing without Rover."
"Get another. Give him the same name."
You tell them of your pain and aching sorrow ;
Your loneliness, your emptiness and woe;
Your misery, heartbreak and helpless anger ;
The desolating grief that will not go.
You tell them that I always did straight-talking ;
We animals do not prevaricate.
Bark, moo, quack, miaow, grunt, squawk, squeak ;
That's it. Take it or leave it, mate.
The people in the street begin to shuffle,
Embarrassed, eager now to get away.
They don't know how to listen to you properly,
And as they leave, "It's just a dog", they say.
You always said I understood your every single word,
And that's because I didn't only listen, but I heard.
I know these things because I am still listening,
To all your doubts and fears and smiles and tears ;
I always was, to even when you lied,
Your truest friend who never really died.
Mr A. Carr
The moment that you died my heart was torn in two.
One side filled with heartache the other died with you.
I often lie awake at night when the world is fast asleep,
and take a walk down memory lane, with tears upon my cheeks.
Remembering you is easy, I do it everyday,
but missing you is heartache that never goes away.