The bowl is still, the toys are quiet,
your footsteps no longer roam—
yet soft as dawn, your memory
still curls within this home.
The sunbeam finds your favorite spot,
and pauses like it knows
that someone small and full of love
once warmed it with a nose.
We speak your name in whispers now,
not out of hurt, but grace—
for love this deep does not depart;
it only changes place.
So run where fields are endless green,
where aches and age erase—
and know our hearts will meet you there,
in some bright, gentle place.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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This is so beautifully and tenderly written. It doesn’t just speak of loss, but of a love that has woven itself into the very fabric of a home and a heart. The image of the sunbeam pausing in their favorite spot is utterly heartbreaking and comforting all at once.
The line, “for love this deep does not depart; it only changes place,” is one of the most truthful and healing things I have ever read. It captures the eternal nature of a bond that can never be broken.
Thank you for sharing this glimpse of your sweet companion. They were clearly so deeply loved, and that love continues, just as you’ve written, in a different form. May the memories of soft noses and endless green fields bring you comfort.