08/09/2025
The house is too quiet
Now that you are gone.
Again and again
I’m reminded
You’re not here.
I peek across the bed
to see if you’re still asleep in the corner
nose buried in a pile of blankets
and remember
You’re not here.
I catch myself looking at the fireplace
Waiting to see you staring into the glass
your reflection looking back at me,
but you’re not here.
I hear a noise at night and I’m reassured thinking it’s you,
Your quiet snarffles and snores a soothing presence
The sounds I’ve grown used to
that tells me all is right,
And realize again
You’re not here.
I glance down the hall
waiting to see you laying on the rug
or resting your chin on the windowsill as you look down our street,
but you’re not here.
There’s a tap on the glass of the door
I look out expecting to see you waiting to come in
Hand poised on the handle to slide it open
And where you should be is only a twig that fell
Because you’re not here.
I make dinner, dropping a carrot on the floor
Leaving it there for you to find
But it stays there
I’m reminded again
You’re not here.
Please join us as we honor Buddy's memory. From Buddy's family:
"At bedtime I go to close the bedroom door a little more
so you won’t notice the chance to roam the hall
and realize it doesn’t matter anymore,
You’re not here.
Unspoken moments shared
Noises ingrained
A touch in passing
You are so missed
In a million little ways
your absence is felt
You’re not here."
If you'd like to leave a note of compassion or kindness for Buddy's family, you may do so here: https://lovingkindnessvet.com/richmond-va-pet-memorials/
