I Start Missing You All Over AgainShane, my little fur-child who always brought me comfort and a hug and a bump against my chin. This little poem is for you....
When I think about all the times I'd whistle and soon you'd peek into my room and climb on my bed to lie on my chest and bump your head against my chin purring until you feel asleep, now when I whistle you no longer peek into my room, that is when....
I start missing you all over again.
When I turn on the water I think of all the times you jumped up onto the counter to get a drink and watch the water run for hours, that is when....
I start missing you all over again.
When I think of how funny it was when you got mad if I made the bed you would go find Peanut and whack him on his head, that is when....
I start missing you all over again.
When I lay awake at night I think of all the memories I have of you from your first day at home, you peed in my tent, to your last heart beat I wait for you to come lay with me and help me through this, but you are not here your memories are and they will be here in my heart forever. Until we are together again I'll think of you everyday, that is when....
I start missing you all over again.
In Loving Memory of Shane Copyright © Vincent C. Lancaster
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