This Empty Collar

The empty bed and the empty bowl,
the weed covered path we used to stroll;
dog snacks,muddy tracks and the hair on the floor,
and the slap of the flap on your dog door.

There’s still the fence that kept you safe,
and there’s still the bandanas I can’t put on.
Some things, they remain,
but some things are forever gone.

These old photographs, they can’t take your place;
they only bring tears that flow down my face.
Your love was unconditional, mine was the same.
The price of love is memories and their pain.

They say time heals everything
and yes I know that is true
The food and the Vet bills, you were worth every dollar,
but there is nothing so sad and it hurts so bad as I cling to
                           “this Empty Collar”

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