Reco

The house will seem so still,
now that he’s gone.
There’ll be no one to wake me up to go outside at dawn.
His bowls will sit there empty, but I’ll leave them in their place. No more will water drip down from his thirsty, furry face. There’ll be no one to bark when the family knock at the door.

It’s going to be one of those moments when I’m sure I’ll want to cry, but I know the day will come, when my tears will finally fade, and I’ll focus on the good times,
and all the fetch we played.

So until the day that we
can all be together once again, we will keep your memory alive.

‘Til we meet in Heaven, my darling Reco our friend.