Losing A Dog Poem. Written Just After She Crossed The Rainbow Bridge

Writing Yesterday’s Forever Dog came from a place I never wanted to visit but couldn’t avoid. When you’re losing a dog, the world doesn’t end loudly ... it goes quiet. The house fills with echoes instead of noise, with objects that still exist but no longer make sense. Her hair was still there. Her scent still lingered. Her bed still held the shape of her body, as if she might return to it later. This losing a dog poem isn’t about the moment she went; it’s about the moments that stayed behind, stubborn and tender, refusing to leave when she did.

As her owner, I learnt that grief doesn’t just live in memories — it lives in leads that don’t know they’ll never be used again, toys waiting patiently under chairs, and routines that suddenly have nowhere to go. As a poet, the only way I could honour her was to notice those details and give them space on the page. Yesterday’s Forever Dog is my way of saying she mattered, that her absence is still a presence, and that love doesn’t disappear just because the paws that carried it have stopped walking beside you.

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