In the past few weeks, several people I know have lost animal companions. My own four-footed shadow these days is feline, but her behavior is often more like that usually thought of as canine. (Don’t tell her I said that.)
Your comings and goings and much that you do
are a mystery, but everything
I have is by your hand so I watch and wait
to greet you with joy.
All I ask is to be with you, to follow
wherever you go; I implore you not to shut
the door or make me stay outside.
If I cannot lie on the couch beside you
let me then lie at your feet
and run through sunlit fields with you
in my dreams.