by Gayle Scarfone
My heart is filled with sadness,
not having you greet me at the door
in the mornings when i feed.
My heart is filled with sadness,
not having you go on those walks
we used to take every day.
My heart is filled with sadness,
not seeing you hunt for mice
in the fields and the creek
My heart is filled with sadness,
not having you to throw sticks to
as you bounce after them.
My heart is filled with sadness,
since Thursday Feb 13th
when the road took you away.
I love you Reddie Bear