Shadow

you are my baby

Shadow

you are my honey

Shadow

you are my sweetie now

And forever

Listen listen listen to my story of a long time ago

Now he's gone I can't go on and I will cry if I want to

cry if I want to 

Shadow was always hungry. He would sit on the back of the sofa and as I ate my Subway he would reach out with his long, long black arm (this arm could tap you on the shoulder if you were in Montana) and somehow try to swipe some tuna. He would do it in slow motion assuming that I would not notice. He was so cute. Then he would dig in the wrapper for a scap or two. I would always throw some food down so he could eat it.

He also loved yogurt. He would like the top of the container and the foil lid and push them all over the house trying to get one last lick in. I finally put a spoon of yougurt out for him so he could really go to town.

He would always want to jump on my lap to see me work on the computer and then would wander over to food I had to get a nip or two. I discovered that he would drink out of my water glass when I was not looking. I loved him so much that swapping spit with him was no big deal. I would French kiss him if his tongue was not so scatchy.

He of course ran for Tuna or Salmon at a moments notice. We loved feeding him anything he wanted. He would kind of growl and purr as he chomped down his food.

He could not stomach food well and puked a lot. Baby food....turkey with turkey gravy was a last discovery. Oh he loved that baby food. After all he was our baby! 

i greet the dawn in a blur of tears

how will i get thru the years

without my angel

to quell my fears

and prepare me

as my death nears

each changing path

each road that veers

i see you face

in passing mirrors

as our hope

disappears