My days no longer play out as they should –
No water-bowl to fill, no wrapping warm
In winter coats to walk down to the wood –
A cheerless list of tasks I don’t perform.
I miss your warmth, your velvet fur, your eyes,
Rose-petal ears and pointy needle-nose,
Sounds and expressions. Now I realise
How much a dog takes with him when he goes.
The axis that my world revolved around.
A lightning-bolt that briefly touched the ground.
Viggo. 20 July 2009 – 27 January 2021.
Gonecycling (again) 
Quite sad such a loss.