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.