I hopped up on your bed last night, I came to have a peep,
I could see that you were crying, that you found it hard to sleep.
I purred and touched you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
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 my grave today, you tend it with such care,
I want to re-assure 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 as you sank into your chair,
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me to be so near you everyday,
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.
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll run across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there’s so much for you to see,
please be happy, live your journey out… then come home to be with me.