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 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 the
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 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.

The day is over; I smile and
watch you yawning, and say
"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.