07/04/2026
Already a week without you, I don't know where the time has gone.
I can still feel your breath on my face, and feel your little heart beating so strong.
I'm waiting to hear one more grumble or huff, or the click of of your paws on the floor, but the chatter has faded to echoes of grace, behind a now silent door.
With a crown of wild windswept hair, and your eyes the colour of autumn earth, you carried your blue ball like a prize, knowing exactly what your love was worth.
You weren't just a pet, you were witness to every morning, every tear and tea.
Your scrumptious, scruffy face was the mirror of everything good in me.
Now the blue ball sits too still, and your chatter has drifted away.
But those eyes are etched into the air of every room where we used to play.
I cry in the kitchen, whilst Jasper just stares at the door, I wail your name in the air, while Jasper sniff searches the floor.
Billy, you were the noise to his quiet.
You were the spark to Jaspers steady old flame, and now we sit in the centre of a house, that just doesn't feel the same.
The house is silent, the chaos has moved on, and the week has been too hard, too heavy, not to mention so long.
But the love that you gave, will never be gone, its just moved where the Angels belong.
I lean on my lab, with the chocolate fur, I let his head rest on my knee, my steady shadow with a chocolate brown heart, he's saying 'you still have the rest of me'.
I let the tears go, that Jasper can't shed, whilst the silence of Billy grows deep.
His warmth and the weight of his velvet soft head, and a promise he's trying to keep 💔🐾######x
