Unmatched Affection – I
I don’t understand why he fills my thoughts With memories of barking, smiling joy, His heart about to stop, his neck outstretched, His final breath a yowl of pain, then death. So where’s he now, just ashes on a shelf? It’s hard believing prints alone are left, His energetic spirit’s gone for good. I think of him always rolling in grass, The summer sun above, forever bright, Another time and place, and still alive. Is that enough to know the…