FOR ERIN

My last bit of toast
A lick around the yogurt pot.
Little things no more to share.
Our days together lost.
Me here – you not.

My dearest friend the burden of your loss
Is too much to bear
Sweet soft head, gentle eyes.
Touch of your deep and wondrous fur.

My handsome lad,
My “mummy’s boy”
I thank you for our days of joy.
Our days of sleeping in the sun.
Our walks, our kisses, our tickle tums.