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 purred 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 walked with you toward the door 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 as you 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 each and every day,
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.
Now the day is over and I smile and watch you yawning,
I say “goodnight, 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 there, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there’s so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out… then come home to be with me.
Losing a beloved pet is by no means an easy thing to deal with. Even with Cindy being gone for less than a week, I’m still peeping around the corner hoping to see her standing there and meowing. When I feed Ozzie I expect to hear her little bell come jingling up to the plate and Ozzie glaring at her as she starts to eat. Instead, he dines alone and for all intents and purposes, he looks awfully sad.
There have been telltale signs of Cindy’s presence around here, though.