White butterflies everywhere
The whisper of your name in the air
Your beds still in our home
No longer do you lie there.
My lamb chop, my teddy bear
I cherish the year we got to share
Life feels emptier without you here
Why take you now, life’s not fair
I am not that talented at poetry, but I tried. It has been just over a week now and I feel myself starting to find my path again. I’d got so lost with the grief.
Some say “it’s just a dog” but for a lot of you out there will realise that this isn’t the case. Pets of any kind become part of the family almost as soon as you bring them home.
Roxy was my Nana’s from the age of 3 to being 11 and we took her in after my Nana’s passing. We only had her for a year but it was a year of joy and cuddles, she brought me such comfort and she was getting me out the house for the first time in a very long time.
I am at a place where I can be so grateful for the short time we did have. I wish I had learnt to drive and passed earlier because I had plans to take her to the seaside and to the Yorkshire moors for some lovely walks but it wasn’t to be.
When the ashes come back we will keep her with a photo next to the urn so we never forget that a gentle soul graced our home and enriched our lives.