Avery
September 24, 1992 - July 12,2004

When a dog finally passes on, there is an emptiness, a place in our hearts
that will never be filled again in exactly the way it was.  Because no
matter how many dogs we have over the years, each is unique, a friend,
and when they go away, our lives are changed forever in many small
ways.
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I STOOD BY YOUR BED LAST NIGHT
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 was with you at the shops today, Your arms were
getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I
could do more.

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.

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."

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

It's possible for me to be so near you everyday. 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 evening, I was very
close to you.

The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless, 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.

- Author unknown
I miss the wagging little tail;
I miss the plaintive, pleading wail;
I miss the wistful, loving glance;
I miss the circling welcome-dance.
                   
 Henry Willet, "In Memorium"