I am still here ...

Dear Mom,

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 at dawn, I watched you pour your coffee.
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to pet me.

I was with you on the patio today, where you and I often sat.
I want to reassure you, that I'm still lying there.

I waited at the door for you, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you; I smiled and said "it's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into your chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It's possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew,
in the stillness of that moment, I was very close to you.

The day is over... I smile and watch you yawn and say"good-night, I love you, I'll see you in the morning."

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 be with me.  I will love you forever.

 

Mocha, your forever faithful dog.

(Thank you Brian, for sending me this letter, I know Mocha helped you make this letter her own.)