Zara was
and always will be
a ball of furry light
in my life

She loved
dried leaves
and duck feathers
and sleeping with us
under the covers
and looking deep
into our eyes

I watched her live
and I watched her die
and when she left
she took a piece of my heart
with her

And the void aches
and throbs
and burns

But I wouldn’t take
that piece of me back
for anything in the world