The way a pet can make you feel

I see you linger in my dreams

    I still remember the subtle softness of your fur against my skin

    The way you reposition yourself to make yourself comfortable at my feet

    The way you waited for me to let you out and play and beams.

The heartbreak I felt when you passed away lingers

    My eyes go weary and teary without a warning

        I catch a break and dreaming 

            That in time I will meet you again.

Longing and love cannot stay true

    Without a physical or material elucidation

         With that, I picked up my paint brush and easel

            Pictured you out from my memory hoping it will make you happy.