dreams of puff

the nights are when i miss you most

your scruffy hair scratching my neck

little tip toes and nudges

sandpaper tongue kisses

your deep knowing eyes

and outstretched paws

the blissful smile you'd get

as you gently purred me to sleep

time has chosen to take you from me

the empty place, it can't be filled

i will remember you young

and strong and full of life

for miss xine and her puff