The Anxious Book Worm

Dearest Millie, tiny heartbeat,

our baby with the velvet ears,

for nearly thirteen golden years

you filled our home with gentle feet

and joy that never disappeared.

You loved your treats, oh, every one

Schmackos, chippy sausages into small bites,

Five Guys feasts and our prawn cracker nights;

each crumb, to you, a little sun,

each meal a tail-wagging delight.

Mornings meant your soft routines:

that carpet rub, your sleepy grin,

the gentle thunk of head on pillow

as you pushed the day to begin.

Little rituals of love,

quiet sparks that warmed our skin.

Your snuggles were the best of all 

you fit the curve of every heart,

a biscuit-scented, tender soul

who made our world a softer art.

And when your tired bones grew weak,

we carried you to bed each night,

wrapped you in our whispered love,

held you close and held you tight.

Until the day we said goodbye,

your paw still resting in our hand

a moment stitched with love and ache

we’re still learning to understand.

Millie, darling, sweetest friend,

we miss you more than words can show.

But in each quiet, gentle thought,

and every place we used to go,

your little light is with us still 

forever part of all we know.

Run softly now, our precious girl.

Thank you for your endless love.

We’ll carry you, as always,

in the tender spaces of our hearts.