Gentle

It's been 2 months since we buried you,
but your water bowls not moved an inch.
& I swear I keep hearing you,
breathing heavy in your sleep like you did.

I cut some hair from your chest
before I kissed you goodbye in the garden.
Then the vets turned up,
you were confused.
We were all crying.

You know I held your paw
as I watched you slip,
fed you your favourite ice cream
before you took your last breath.

I find myself in your spot,
your one & only retreat.
I miss the scent that you left,
along with that part of me.

I know you're missing me too,
just know I'll see you again.
I'll hear your tail hit the floor,
just before I walk in.

You know I held your paw as I watched you slip,
fed you your favourite ice cream
before you took your last breath.

If I had the chance when they lay me to rest.
I'd put myself next to you,
so you could sleep on my chest.
Just like you did,
back when you were a pup.

If I had the choice,
I'd do it over again.
Pizza crusts & stuffed toys,
then we'd make use of those legs.
I would take you to the beach,
back where you found your feet.

I've never seen mum cry the way she did that day.
Dad spent hours with you, I couldn't look away.
Your pain was evident,
but boy you'd never complain.

I still talk to you before I fall asleep,
I touch your photos sometimes just before I leave.
I'd do anything to hear your paws walk in on me.
Yeah, I'd do anything to hear your paws walk in on me.