Since then I must admit,
I miss her greatly.
There is no welcoming bark when I return home.
My faithful pal does not,
wearily leave her basket,
to come to me to exchange greetings.
A wag of the tail from her,
A pat from me.
My kitchen feels empty and quiet.
There is a space on the floor,
where once her basket was.
Her food is still in the cupboard,
and her bowl and collar,
are poignantly sitting on her grave in the garden.
Yes, as you can see I grieve for my faithful companion.
My children tell me they too greatly miss her.
Obviously children show their grief differently.
This is how they are grieving.
Every minute of every day,
“When are we getting a new dog?”.
They have taken to emailing me,
the pictures of their favourite dogs,
and have even named them.
“Mum, meet miley”.
No longer will they expect me to,
feed and groom a dog daily.
They will be happy to do it.
And wait for it…
They will even walk a dog,
AND pick up anything he/she may leave on the path!
It is truly remarkable,
How much grief has affected them.
However it remains to be seen,
just how long their grief will last,
if we do in fact ever get another dog!