my condolence to you...

I 'm really sorry to hear about your loss, and here's an ode to help you with the pain...

The pooch called Bobbi

Sunlight streams through window pane
unto a spot on the floor....
then you remember,
it's where Bobbi used to lie,
but now he is no more.

Your feet walk down a hall of carpet,
and muted echoes sound....
then you remember,
It's where his paws would joyously abound.

A voice is heard along the road,
and up beyond the hill,
then you remember it can't be Bobbi's....
His golden voice is still.

But you'll take that vacant spot of floor
and empty muted hall
and lay them with the absent voice
and unused dish along the wall.

You'll wrap these treasured memorials
in a blanket of your love
and keep them for your Bobbi
until you meet him, your best friend, above.

Burrying a friend is never easy, yet the best grave is in your heart and your memories the best tombstone.

Take heart, my friends!