I found this poem at work over the weekend. It was in a greyhound rescue organization’s newsletter. There was no name attached to the poem so I am not sure who to credit. Anyway, here it is (and I hope I’m not breaking the law by putting it here).
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying. You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you 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 towards the house as you fumbeled 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 every day.
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, Iw as very close to you.
The day is over, I smile and watch you yawning,
and say “Goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to corss the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand side by side.
I have so many things toshow you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out, then come home to be with me.