I can feel your soft fur in my hands,
Like I put my hair in rubber bands.
I can hear your slow and rhythmic breaths,
As if I can hear creatures crawl at the ocean's depths!
I can smell your breath on my face,
Like I smell pollution all over the place!
I can see your fur all over the house,
As if the Angel of Death were walking, quiet as a mouse.
I can taste your kisses on my cheek,
It was my attention you tried to seek.
I can't wait to see you when the Good Lord calls me Home,
For without My Beautiful Angel, I feel so very alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem