Tillie, you arrived so
small,
With snowy paws and ears so tall.
A little grey nose, soft and sweet,
Like healing sent on velvet feet.
You came into a home
of tears,
A place still aching after fears.
Since Evie left, the world felt wrong,
The days too quiet, the nights too long.
Some people say you
came too fast,
As though true love should always last,
Inside the sorrow, untouched, alone,
Like grief does turn a heart to stone.
And selfishly, perhaps
it’s true,
My broken heart needed you too.
Because I missed the little things,
The joy a house of three hearts brings.
You did not come to
replace the past,
Or make our memories fade at last.
Evie’s pawprints still remain,
Etched in every joy and pain.
But you, sweet Tillie,
helped us see
That love still lives so endlessly.