My Special Friend

Norman: June, 1995 - February 2011

I lost my little shadow this last week. Norman was almost 16 and has been at my side almost every minute of every day. How strange and difficult to sit at my sewing machine and see an empty bed next to me. I found this poem written by an anonymous author that really expresses the 'noise' in our house right now.

THEY WILL NOT GO QUIETLY

"They will not go quietly, the dogs who've shared our lives.

In subtle ways they let us know their spirit still survives.

Old habits still make us think we hear a barking at the door.

Or step back when we drop a tasty morsel on the floor.

Our feet still go around the place the food dish used to be,

And, sometimes, coming home at night, we miss them terribly.

And although time may bring new friends and a new food dish to fill,

That one place in our hearts belongs to them... and always will."