by Don Forston
You have been gone for 2 1/2 months, and still I cry for you. I keep waiting for you to come around the corner, eyes twinkling, nose in the air, tail wagging. When I go to the back fence, I feel you behind me. I sit on the front porch, and I reach for you.
In my whole life, all of my travels, I never knew a more gentle loving soul than yours. I miss you puppy. I'll see you again. I promise to bring pizza crust.