The mark
Of your teeth is still there,
On your old dog bed.
I walk in the park,
Where
The dead
Leaves lie.
I
Hear the breeze
And pause by
Trees
You sniffed
‘Ere you where
Cold, and stiff.
Shadows on the grass
Mistook for an old friend.
All things pass,
However much we pretend
Otherwise. You closed your eyes,
And left your mark
Upon my heart
K Morris - Poet 
Oh, Kevin, You brought tears to my eyes with this one. I’m so sorry for your loss.
Trigger’s dog bed is rather old and tattered, however I don’t want to part with it as it has his imprint upon it. Thanks so mjuch for your comment, Vivienne. All the best to you. Kevin
Tears, Kevin.
Thank you for commenting, Lorraine. We love our dogs then, sadly they leave us behind, leaving hairs and marks upon physical objects and our heart. Best, Kevin
They certainly do Kevin.
This is a lovely tribute.
Thank you so much for your extremely kind words. I’m so pleased you like my tribute to my dear old friend Trigger. All the very best, Kevin