There's an empty little corner, my friend -- that's where you used o lay. Where you'd fall asleep every night and awaken every day. A difference so subtle to other people, but to me, not subtle at all. For now, instead of you in that corner, I see an empty wall. There's an empty feeling in the yard out back, dear Wolfie, where you used to play. Where you romped and jumped with your brother out in the sunny day. The lonely house you'll never use again, the green bowl I'll never again fill. The green leash in the closet that now hangs forever still. But the emptiness in my heart, Wolfie B, is far greater than any of these. For without your cold nose and beaming eyse, I fear I'll never find peace. Still the tragedy of this life does not last forever, Because I believe in my heart that you and I will be once again together. In the light I will find you, the friend I'd never ever trade, and the emptiness will be filled once again at Heaven's gates. --In Memory of Wolfsbane--