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I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying.
You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you so softly as you
brushed away a tear.
"It's me. I haven't left you.
I'm well. I'm fine. I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast,
I watched you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times
your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today.
Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels.
I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today.
You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you
that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you toward the house,
as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you
I smiled, and said, "It's me."
You looked so very tired and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know
that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away.
You sat there very quietly, then smiled,
I think you knew...
in the stillness of that evening
I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
And say, "Good night, God bless, I'll see you
in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the
brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you
and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you,
there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out,
then come home to be with me.
--Author Unknown
