In the morning when I wake up, you're the first thing I see
In the evening when I go to bed, you're the last thing I see
Your warm breath on my back is soothing
I feel the warmth run through me
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Jessica, our pets come to mean as much as any family member, and when we no longer have them, we mourn. Good poem. I just recently lost my kitty Libby. Theodora Onken