My Furry Friend

My first attempt at poetry, if I can call it that.

I looked at his photo again today,

remembering times that were no longer;

the walks, the fetches, and sniffs along the way,

the smell of him still lingers.

I looked at his photo again today,

thinking of things that mattered;

the hugs, the cuddles, and his tail wagging against my face,

curved into my heart forever.