(Author unknown.)

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. 

I could see that you were mourning, you found it hard to sleep.

My spirit whispered softly as you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,

You were thinking of the many times you had passed this time with me.

I was with you where you went today, your heart was feeling sore.

I longed to run and jump and spin and hear you laugh for more.

I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.

I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house. As you fumbled for your key,

I gently put my paw on yours, I smiled and said "It's me".

You looked so very tired as you sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.

It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday, to say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew. In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over now and as you try to go to sleep, feel my love like furry snuggles beneath the covers deep.

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out.

Then come home to be with me.