Floor level is less interesting
Fewer blankets and pillows are piled into corners
for you to collapse upon.
Crumbs aren’t cleaned up by a searching tongue.
No floor level greeter welcomes me home
No floor level sniffer seeks a snack of his own
Floors stay cleaner: no foot prints at the door,
no water puddles down the hall.
Sometimes I still see you from the corner of my eye
and once again, I say good-bye.
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An unconventional art hanging spot, that feels just right.
The print is by Zefi Famelis of http://www.zefiart.com. It’s called “Eyes of Love.” I’ve had it for several years, but now it’s in the living room. Here’s a closer look:
Shawn L. Bird 
Any way you have, by which to remember him, is a good way.
sigh
No words to describe the emptiness that a pet leaves behind when they leave us. I remember the clicking sound of my girl kitty’s claws as she lumbered about on the hardwood floors–she was a big girl–and how dead silent everything seemed when she was gone. Hugs to you, dear Shawn.
Yes. And no one to share popcorn with.
This poem brings tears to my eyes…so sorry for your loss. Our fur friends definitely make the best Best friends.
Thanks, Amanda. It’s been a sad week here.