how solid you were to hug . . .

how soft were your velvet ears . . .

how your soft face could melt my heart . . .

how your paw would fill my hand . . .

your beauty mark, so aptly named . . .

the velvety fur of your chest . . .

your soft brown eyes that held the depths of the world,
and could always look through into my soul,
ignoring the physical imperfections,
seeing only the pure love mirrored in mine

© 1999 Lynda Lacono