I stood by your bed last night,
I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying,
You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you
brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you,
I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you this morning,
I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times
Your hands reached down to me.
I walked with you towards the house,
As you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you
I smiled and said “It’s me.”
I was with you at my grave today,
You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you,
That I’m not lying there.
Tonight you looked so very tired
And sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know
That I was standing there.
You sat there very quietly,
Then smiled, I think you knew …
In the stillness of the evening
I was very close to you.
And when the time is right
For you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you
And we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you,
There is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out …
Then come home to me.