The click click of little toenails coming down the hall
The deep sighs of our Millie, sound asleep under the bed,
The big brown eyes begging me to go for a walk.
The tug on the leash as she pulls me thru the orchard,
The soft curly hair beneath my stroking hand,
The sharp barking when a stranger comes to the door.
The prancing and galloping when she sees us come thru the door,
So relieved that we’ve come home.
The urgency of the run for the grass every morning,
The pleasure of knowing she loves us, no matter what!
Ah, Millie, thank you for all of the joys
and fun you brought us!
I see you wherever I go,
Our beautiful little shadow,
Gone on, but not forgotten.