Goodbye, my good dog, goodbye.

Something I wrote for Sequoia, when I lost him last year, but just re-found the poem.
He was a great dog, a true friend, a huge red and white malamute who made my heart melt and laugh at his antics.

There is a place where my dog should be,
in my home and in my yard,
something's missing, inside of me,
where a dog's love should be.

There is a place where my dog should be,
barking welcome when we come home,
where joyous noise awaited me,
it is now quiet and forlorn.

There is a place where my dog should be,
laying at my feet, head resting on my knee,
with golden eyes and a grin to beat,
now an emptiness where he should be.

Goodbye, my dog, goodbye,
you've been a faithful friend,
with joy and laughter, you've been true,
with steady love until the end.

Goodbye, my good dog, goodbye.