i’ll not speak of sadness of having lost a companion

by catarina clemente

with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he’d keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy

now he’s gone

– pablo neruda