KINGHT 14/03/00 31/12/2004 I reach to pat a head not there, Your mournful howls run through my mind. I look for paws prints everywhere, Or wisps of hair still left behind. No more the sweetness of your face. NO more your shadow by my side, An empty spot is by my place, A pain and loss I can't abide. My little man,my lovely boy, Your peace at last will help me heal. I'll treasure long your life of joy, Rest well-my love for you is real. Written by Lesley Lane 31/12/04