I feel you curled against my back.
I stroke your warm body.
I gaze into your soft brown eyes,
that gaze lovingly back to me.
I wonder whose ashes are in the box:
Conspiracy theories.
Painful realities ring with the alarm clock,
and my contentment turns to ashes.
Shawn L. Bird 
Beautiful poem!
Thank you, Samantha.
Thanks also for stopping to visit my blog today!
I hope that writing is helping with the grieving process. It’s a sad thing, but this is so beautifully written… Thank you for sharing.
I hope it is, too.
It’s certainly distracting my brain from academic responsibilities.
Pouring your heart out for your beloved the way you are doing brings tears to my eyes. Your tributes are beautiful Celebrating your dog’s life with joy as you grieve. Again, I am so sorry for your loss.
Thank you, Nancy.
Trust comes hard, in such matters. Know that your old best friend is still lying at your feet, in spirit.
I was sitting at the loveseat working the other night, and I smelled him walk by. It was the oddest thing.
Great words. I am glad I stopped by for a browse. 🙂
Thank you, Opinionated Man. 😉 (Great name. Very universal).
Heh thanks! I try to stay in the OM. 😉
Oh, punny you! 😉
lol ^_^