| There is an empty place stalking through the house, napping on the couch, drinking from the sink. There is an empty place sleeping at my feet, bathing itself on the hall rug, meeting me when I come home from work. There is an empty place nudging with a head or tapping with a paw demanding a scratching and a ttention. There is an empty place filled with memories and love, yet remaining empty. There is an empty place. |