Empty

Oh, Charlie,

The house feels so empty.

We miss the pit-pat of your paws,

The way you leaned your back against our legs,

Or rested your head on our feet during dinner,
Your soft “hmm, hmmm” when you wanted something,
Always polite, always sweet.

 

We’d open the fridge,

And you'd inspect it,

Sniffing each option like a little food critic,
Choosing what you liked with such certainty.

We miss your licks, your cuddles,
Your clinginess that made the house feel full.

 

But when we remember how you struggled to stand,
How you cried for help,
How your smile faded more often than not,
We find comfort in knowing you're no longer in pain.

 

They say animals don’t have souls.
But your love was pure.
And for thirteen beautiful years,
You gave us yours.
We’re grateful for every moment.