You strike my heart from time to time,
unexpectedly.
Little things I hear, I see, reminds me of you.

You rest in my soul and I feel the swishing of your tail,
from time to time.
Never have I ever lost anyone as meaningful as you.

You are not human,
but since the beginning of our time together,
you've always been more human than the next "you".

From time to time,
friends and family betrayed me,
but I always had someone to count on, you.

There was a time before you,
yes I remember.
They were never as whole without you.

There has been time after your paw prints left this Earth,
but I hope to see you again one day, as all dogs go to Heaven.
Coming home will never be as joyful without you.

Thinking of you from time to time, almost all the time.
There will never be another one like you,
my magnificent Maxxmillion.

There is something special
About listening to
Calming music
As you're falling asleep

Your soul
Can freely float
As you rest
Underneath

I am building a shelter
here in the silence  

The pause between breaths
the moment when even my heart
gathers her rest, between beating  

I can’t stay long  

The scratching of pen on paper
a faraway helicopter
my gurgling belly
small feet running up the path  

I’ll come again
when I can

You’ve come a long way.
Don’t rise up until you feel the strength
Rise in you.

You’ve given yourself to everybody around
Now you are on the ground,
So lay down.

Birds won’t fly until you stand,
Understand the need of living and giving
Believing and grieving,

Completing

Each task on your way.

It’s been a long one.
Let weakness capture you —
You are the one to fight for.

While you’re on the floor,
I will lie with you.
Until you are strong enough again

To gain every thing you’re worthy of.

Dearest October,
please be kind -
already the leaves are flame-bright,
and made fragile -
I am the same:
ready to fall to the earth
decay
and find rebirth among the twining roots

Dearest October,
please be kind -
my leaves are changing hue
and grown fragile
in the season of change,
ready to feed the hungry ground -
fodder for the spring rot

Dearest October,
please be kind -
my leaves are tearing away,
plucked and pulled by each ardent breeze,
My roots grow deep,
bracing for the winter
and the dark night of rest