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 breakfast,
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.

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