I still look for you as I roll into the driveway.
You would always manage to traipse right in front of me,
wagging and grinning as if I’d been gone a decade.
There’s still a twinge in my heart as I mow the grass
because you’re not patrolling the yard for moles.
Every time we have leftover meat scraps,
I still glance for your bowl on the porch.

They say grief is just love with no place to go,
and my heart feels swollen with it at night.
You’d often comfort me on nights like these, 
assuring me with a paw on my thigh 
that the sun would rise again tomorrow.
With all of my heart, overflowing with love
that can only go rolling down my cheeks
and onto my satin pillowcase,
I know it will be a sunny day 
when we meet again.