Love

The hollow in

the bed she made

is filled with love

.

the silence where her

dog tags rang

is filled with love

.

the stillness where she

gazed and explored

is filled with love

.

the void once awash

with sighs and snores

is filled with love

.

the place in my arms

where she melted in

is filled with love

.

the empty beach where

she skipped and wove

is filled with love

.

the gentle waves that

bathed her toes

all filled with love

.

the big sky and the

mountain view

love, love, love

.

By Carys Owen

Rest well dear friend

Kenzie 2009-2023

The nature of my animal,

Kenzie, is love, love, love

and a lot of cheekiness!

xxxx

7 Replies to “Love”

  1. A lovely tribute to your little friend. I am so sorry for your loss, Carys. The hollow in the bed really resonated with me, as my little dog, Jasper, always slept on the bed with me, and we used to walk him on the beach near our home. He is sadly long gone but never forgotten. I also love the ‘void once awash / with sighs and snores’, I remember it well.

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