My husband wrote this after hearing of the passing of a friends greyhound the poem is called....
I'LL BE WAITING...
Running fast, running free,
That's how I wish you would remember me,
I may have passed but certainly not gone,
As thoughts of much happier times in your mind linger on,
Days full of sunshine where we played until we dropped,
Or tearing up the house on the days the rain refused to stop,
From the cuddles on the sofa when you were feeling down,
To all the adoration I gained when you walked me round the town,
With you I had a joyful life and found so many friends,
Many of whom you'll turn to now until your poor heart mends,
You will laugh, you will cry that is the nature of the beast,
But please don't mourn for too long for now I am at peace.
SMC