I run my hands through his hair as he sleeps.
He always knew.
Always.

As he lies in my lap,
As I stare out the window.
Waiting to feel better.

His small snores seem to be perfect.
His four legs,
The one that limps,
And those dainty little ears.
He never gave a bit of advice,
He never has said a cruel word,
Sometimes he wonders away, my heart,
But comes back when I need him
He is there, I need him.
Somehow he stays here,
Cares for me when I ache,
Loves me with I am alone,
He with his silent comfort.
When I needed him the most.
Now that he's gone,
Sent him away,
Never to have back,
The pains of my heart.