No more will we see her bright, smiling eyes, her long wet tongue, or her cute little nose. The sound of her bark, and the thump of her tail, are lost to the silence. Her food tray has been taken away, there’s no water in her dish. The mail comes, and we don’t know, her sound can no longer be heard. The toys and treats are gone, and don’t clutter our space. We aren’t greeted anymore when we return from a long day gone. Thirteen years of happiness left when they carried her out the door. There will be many unlicked faces and happy smiles because our dog is gone. I will try to remember all the times she wagged her tail and looked at me, ’cause that’s when she showed she cared.