RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Missing Our Dogs - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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.
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