Saying Goodbye
The journey is lonelier, beginning a life without him.
The task is difficult, accepting he’s not here.
The weight is crushing, because his absence creates a void.
The quiet is upsetting, as silence envelops the house all year.
The future is discontinued, with no more “So happy to see you again” moments.
The solitude is daunting, having only the past to hold dear.
Kingston’s leash and collar hang in the front hall.
Both are reminders of the anticipated walks we’d take without fail.
He was a great dog and companion, offering unconditional love.
A source of deep-seated happiness simply by wagging his tail.
He remains an integral part of my life, if only through reminiscing.
I’m grateful for the eleven years he was the wind in my sail.
The journey is most definitely lonelier, beginning a life without him.