there you stand
bent over slightly
your hands
on the dog’s neck
you both looking
at me
camera in hand
taking this picture
which now sits
on a bookshelf
in my den
a stick lying
at the dog’s paws
that I
most likely
use for play
with him
both of you gone
relegated to a memory
of a time
when we were young
and not yet wise
to how it would
eventually end
he to ashes
in an urn
on my desk
and you
lost to time
and old pictures
and me
with this ache
in my heart
still
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Leonard Durso 
Oh, my…this is too accurate for comfort.
Thank you.
It never goes away. We looked so happy and innocent. We hand not idea what was coming. This poem says it all.
Thank you.
you can find that feeling all around you, again and again and again!
So true.
Le sniff!
Thank you.
A sad loss so beautifully expressed
Thank you.