Not In Usual Spot

I went into bedroom
looking for
my dog, Chelsey,
She was not there
in usual spot
on bed;
I realized
that she had passed
from this world
as I wanted to
pet her fur
for I had
stroking her every evening.


I look at your picture

wishing you would jump out;
nudge my arm with a:
“I want you to pet me now!”

For I want to pet you again
as I miss stroking my fingers
along your fluffy fur coat.

The feel of smooth fur
which gave me strength
when I needed most of all.

How I miss your fur
which I loved to
place my face against
to find comfort in
your double furry coat.

But, you don’t jump out
as I long to be with you again.