I can certainly understand the poem. A few months ago we had to put down our Golden. It about killed me. Our thing was to walk to the mailbox, a 700ft walk in the late afternoon with our lab and border collie. Now Jazz is gone, but me and the other 2 still walk to the mailbox, but............ its just not the same without Jazz. Yep, its not the same without her---walking to the mailbox.