Top of the Stairs

You knew I was home.
You heard or sensed or just knew my car had pulled up outside.
When I opened the front door you'd be there,
stood at the top of stairs,
Every bit of you was wiggling,
from your nose to the tip of your tail.
You knew it was time for a walk. You'd dash down the stairs and leap onto the sofa!
I'd give you a big hug, 
would put on your harness and off we'd go!
I'm going to miss those afternoon welcomes Rosie dog,
Like I going to miss you.
Our beautiful flower,
our beautiful soul.
Don't make too much mischief now will you.
Sleep well my love.
Miss you.

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