He was friend

He was friend,
He never spoke a single word.
But you knew he was listening,
As he licked your face.
When his beaty eyes looked up at you,
You knew then everything was ok,
He made me feel comfort,
When no one else could.
The memories are all I hold now.
I laugh as I look back at pictures.
My eyes tear up as I see torn photographs.
One day we will meet again,
I'll hear you bark.
You'll lick my face,
To let me know everything will be ok.

**Dedicated to my puppy mickey
who died Feb 18, 2006**