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Tippy Tappy Toenails
The days are slowly passing since I found her still and prone.
Since I took her to the surgery and came back on my own.
Now as my key turns in the lock the sound I miss the most of all
Are the tippy tappy toenails as they skidded down the hall.
Oh there was something in her welcome, there was something in her style,
In the jingle of her collar and ecstatic doggy smile.
The tail that wagged so furious, the eyes that shone so bright
It’s the silence, oh it’s the silence, it is blacker than the night.
And if I’d had a rotten day, if I was tired and spent
If I had found indifference in every place I went
Always at my journey's end when I was flat and lonely
That little dog convinced me I was someone’s one and only.
Her things are still around me I have left them all alone
A little mybloggers collar, a yellow rubber bone
A hairy tartan blanket in her basket on the floor
From which she sprang to terrorize all knockers on the door
How grievous is the emptiness on entering the home
How disproportionate so great a loss for one so small
For the music it is missing and my home is incomplete,
Without the music of her tippy tappy doggie dancing feet.
Pam Ayres, BBC 7
