No more will we see your welcoming face peering through the window. No more will we hear that squeaky welcome when we come through the door. That squeaky call when you look for us and that contented chirrup when you find us. No more battle of the pillow or manoeuvring to get the best bit of the bed. No more early morning awakenings with a lick. No more will you nuzzle your head in my hand. No more will you just be there on those quiet moments. Our tears will dry, our memories will be here always