there are days
I miss the nose
her soft nuzzle
the gentle rasp
of affection her
tongue on my
wakening skin
there are days
I miss the close
companionship
miming my shadow
walks where I walk
rests where I rest
breathing my air
there are days
I miss the eyes
watching me
watch the world
never tiring of
the mink feel
of fur to my hand
there are days
I miss the love
we exchanged
eighteen years
countless moments
of genuine
mutual pleasure
there are days
I can’t bear
to remember
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