Meditations on a Home Long Gone

My little dog waits for me at night
Somewhere out there, never howling
Not a twitch of whisker or wag of tail
No joyous leaping at my approach
She looks for me with eager eyes
That sparkle with forgiveness for sins long past
I was not there that calamitous day
(Yet was I not there in heart and in mind?)
I miss her so, my little dog
My friend on many lonesome nights
We still have so much left to share
We still have so much left to share.