“It is a terrible thing for an old woman to outlive her dogs.”
– Tennessee Williams
love comes in furry paws
and sloppy kiss and bounding
bliss that defies the laws
it comes in a warm lap
and a toothy smile, miles
kept in time to the clickclickclick
when love leaves
a tiny empty bed,
a lack of woof
too many sits
unsaid, love grieves;
and takes its good, sweet
I found this delightful and mesmerising. Bravo!
Cute poem. 🙂
Love the play on the last word. Clever!
Still miss the last lassie I had – not replacing her either.
That quote makes me sad. But true, of course.
You capture the sadness and grief at the loss of a pet well. It is lonely – a void left that is hard to fill. And I love the title!