When I picture where you are now

 When I picture where you are now,

I don’t see silence. I don’t see sorrow.

I see fields without end—
soft grass under your paws, warm sun on your fur.
I see you chasing butterflies, rolling in flowers, barking with joy.

Running free in forever fields.
That is where love carried you.
That is where you wait for me.

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