Twelve long months of silence
Listening out for paws, so small
That wagging tail, no longer happy
Gone, those days of contentment

Amusement from standing ears
His ghost living strong in the memory of his name
Hearing often, his unspoken words
Smelling his energy, still vibrant in an empty basket

Jimmy, sometimes WEE, often just a dog
True friend inside a heart, now remembering
Never to be forgotten in this life of full circles
Missed more than he will ever know