There is no dog shit in my yard
There are no begging eyes looking up at me as I eat
There are no bites taken from the mangoes that fell last night
There is no container to save our leftover bones for the morning
There is no soft snoring outside my bedroom window
There is no response to the barking of the bikes zooming down the street
There is no friendly face with to come running when I whistle
There are no pellets in the food bowl
There is no water in the trough
There is heaviness
There is silence
There is loss