They say the dead are among us, we just can't see them. On Samhain, when the veils between the worlds are thin, are your paws padding softly beside me, as they did for so long?I keep waiting, for the weight of your snout on the side of my bed, to wake me each morning, as it did all your life, and on the morning after you died, then never again. Perhaps you are just the hint of a cold breeze on my cheek, an ache, some tears, a sigh. Where have you gone, my big, noisy boy, when I can no longer feel you, other than a missing that goes on forever, in my heart?
Remembering you
is joy and pain together -
tears, a smile, an ache.
I think remembering the dead ones is what matters most... I hope you have a grave where you can light a candle to feel closer.
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