You never let me out of your sight

 You never let me out of your sight.

If I moved, you moved.
If I paused, you waited.
And somehow, you made the world feel smaller —
safe, warm, complete.

When you left, I thought the silence would swallow me.
The click of your nails, the sighs, the soft thud of your body against mine —
all gone, all at once.

But love, you never really left.
I feel you still.
Sometimes in the soft echo of my footsteps,
sometimes in the corner of my eye —
a shimmer that looks like loyalty,
sounds like peace.

They say dogs stay close to their people even after they pass.
I believe it.
Because I’ve felt it —
that gentle brush of air behind me,
the warmth at my heels when I cry.

You were always my shadow in life,
and now you’re my light in death.
I carry you everywhere —
in the quiet, in the morning walks,
in the way I still step carefully,
leaving space for you beside me.

So walk with me still, my love.
Not seen, but known.
Not gone, but home.