Is Bobby a Robin?

I once had a dog
That I loved
And still do
And maybe
Because of...
I think
Like I do

Thing is
He would sit
On a spot in the garden
Gazing as if
He could see something calming

Always precisely
His facing direction
Like that
Until something else
Took his attention

I noticed
And mentioned
And others agreed
It's ok
He's happy
And that's how it seemed

Well after he'd gone
On that spot
In the garden
A Robin now drops
His head up at an angle

Nothing profound
There is what
Folk would say
But this has repeated
For days
And for days

It seems that it sits there
For longer than needs
Like moments we share
It enjoys
Much like me

 I smile
And he flies
Into the direction
Bobby would look over
On my reflection