you’ve passed away two days now
and there are pieces of you everywhere.
its the missing pieces, that i miss.
the sound of your sharp howl bark
the snap of your jaws and teeth-(as you would try to “speak”)
the click-clackey clack of your paws and nails
on our wood floors.
there’s even bits and pieces of your thick
wool like fur on the staircases.
there’s the empty spot where you would lay
under the dining room table.
these missing pieces of the old dog I loved.
the house feels lonely and much quieter now.
letting you go was very hard.
now your somewhere better and hopefully
at peace. No longer in pain just another dog angel
in a sky filled of stardust. But I’m left with memories