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Anticipating the imminent void,
The space that will appear in the world
All too soon, where she once sat.
For she’s both here and not here now;
A being on the cusp of being.
Missed before she’s left me.
An aged soul, with love in her eyes still.
I kiss her forehead gently,
A tear rolls from me to she,
And she leans towards me
Wagging her tail.