Little One...

Our house has fallen silent
With the loss of little Boo,
His tragic end has left our world in grey;
The little spark of energy
That flickered through the house,
Has vanished as it died with him that day;
We're left with sad reminders
That seem difficult to bear,
His favorite things now sit in endless wait;
We talk about the things he used to do to make us laugh,
To try and lift our spirits from this state;
It's hard when it's the little one
That's sadly taken first,
It's harder still to try and ease the pain;
I'll always miss his snuggle time...
His tiny little cries...
He's gone but all the memories remain;
The cat who thought he was a dog
Has left behind his love,
His precious Abby once more sleeps alone;
We all lay close together now
Much closer than before,
To fill the empty space felt on our own;
The tragedy of life is it gets taken at His will,
With Boo, I couldn't save him in the end;
I'll always keep on trying when I dream of him at night,
I miss you, Boo...
.....my buddy....
.....and my friend

- Rob