Paw prints stepping into mind, reminding me of all my
dogs now gone to heaven.
Missing them deeply in thought, I guess that's why
I'm seeing their prints etched in my mind.
Realizing life is so lonely without them always by my
side, being shadows and loving me unconditionally.
I think that's what I miss the most - the love they
gave me without reserve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem