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Litle Bear
| No one woke me at
dawn this morning, no soft little paw tapped my face. No one purred down at me from my pillow. Our home is a hushed, empty place. No warm litle body lies between us, no soft snores lull us to sleep. We disturb no one when we toss and turn. There's no vigilance to keep. We can no longer laugh at drops of water, forever hanging from your chin. But memories linger, like mouse laid out over biscuits - a forgivable sin. The magic box has no fish to zap. Gourmet prune juice is thrown away. No one sits on your chair at mealtimes. No snuggle-up times today. The fridge in the corner is unguarded. No one sits for hours staring at its door. But there's still fur on the chairs and settee; we found a whisker on the floor. Your territory is undefended. Old enemies roam freely through your grass. But your special door stays open, to welcome any stangers who may pass. From three weeks to eighteen years, our friendship grew and grew. From little scrap to devoted pal we were the only family you ever knew. When your body gave up, your mind stayed proud. I know it was for your sake. We had to take the terrible decision - the worst that any of us can make. We spent the day together in the sunshine. You tried so hard to stand tall. Then, with love we held you gently and as you left our tears began to fall. Now when I think of you, I pretend there is an extra special little star above. And I gaze up at the sparkling night sky with so much thanks and love. Elizabeth Ozimek |