Goodbye Old Friend

The hole was deep enough

We lay him in it gently.

Wrapped in his big yellow blanket

that he snuggled himself into

when the cold reached the old age

of his bones.

Next to him we placed his big

silver bowl the carrier of

his sustenance in this world

his collar and leash in a plastic bag.

Free at last from the control of humans.

The sandy soil returned over him

carefully and with gentleness

still making a sound as it covered

his loved body.

There are sharper pains in this life

but this was one I will never forget.

The rest of the day we lived in silence

where are the pattering paws

that followed me constantly?

Missing he sound of him

flopping next to me

as I read in my chair.

Chores passing

the dragging time of the day.

A light misty rain fell that night

But it might have been my tears