Dear dog,

I wonder why your soul is so restless... I can still hear you walking down the hall at 4:30am as I silently eat breakfast, can still hear you moan as you stretch and plop down on your favorite rug in the dining room right behind me, feet from where your urn silently sits. I swear I catch a glimpse of your dark form as my head turns and for a moment my heart lifts...

Nothing.

Is it my wish to see you again? My inability to let you go, let your memory cross the rainbow bridge? Are you really a restless apparition; that formless something that haunts the corner of my eye and echos down the hall? Something creaks the floor, something shifts in the periphery of my vision; something is making me stop my morning cold for a moment. Is it you, or is it me?

Are you still trying to quietly catch my attention as you did for many years in the wee hours? Shhhhhhh.... Kelev, it's too early for breakfast. Dave will feed you when he gets up. Don't give me those big eyes, you are not starving. I'll give you a hug and a big scratch but I really have to get going...

Bye Kel. I still love you but it's really time to go.