I've been up sorting out several parcels of food to give away.....not people food but dog food. When Crispin died I had several packs of Iams and treats tucked away . The birds have been enjoying some loose biscuits but the rest will find good homes over Christmas. Here is the poem I wrote yesterday.
My dear,my darling Crispin
Your death was overshadowed by another
But yours is the face that greets me on my iPad
Yours are the footsteps I follow in the garden
Yours are the biscuits I feed to the birds
A dogs life is short
But you lived on in grace
Well past your allotted span
I miss you daily now not hourly
But the pains still there
A big dog shaped hole in my life for ever
No one will replace you
No dog or boy or girl
You have all gone before me
Wait for me please.