Little Scratches

I never shall forget them, those little scratches that I’d hear;

That said, when I was laying down, that you were very near!

In the living room on the long couch, or the bedroom on my bed;

I’d feel your little scratches, then I’d see your little head!

You’d be standing there beside me, and wanting to come up;

I don’t know where you learned this, but you’d been doing it since a pup!

I’d lift your little body, and set you next to me;

Now laying with your Daddy, how happy you would be!

But one night these little scratches, I’d never hear again;

For you went to meet your Maker, as I prayed and said “Amen”!

But oft’ times now while I’m dreaming, I’ll hear a scratch anew;

I’ll look down to the nearest side of me, and standing there is you!