Furry friends matter. Patch was my best friend for 14 years. She died three years ago this week.
To my soft sweet friend
Your soft ears lie quiet now,
your eyes closed.
I stretch across your still body and my
tears slide into your fur –
still warm, unmoving.
Oh sweet friend, I already miss you.
I miss your soft tongue licking my hand while we sit and you listen.
I miss your ears flapping as you point your nose into the ocean’s wind.
I miss your big teeth grinning with the joy of lying in the grass.
I miss your wet dog smell from walking in the rain.
I told you everything those years we roamed (you swam) along the Ipswich:
you kept my secrets
you knew my fears
you loved me anyway.
Every other time I cried into your soft fur
You licked the tears off my face.
My sweet friend, I almighty miss you.