My grief is a waterfall, effervescent, persistent. Days flow with patterns in the atmosphere; heavy rains pour veracity. Clear skies offer serene blue. Still deeply missed, a slightly less tinged ache in spirit. If I were your Kahu-protector, steward, guardian, so too were you mine. You arise in my thoughts, glimmer in my periphery, and visit in my dreams; and without fail, continue to bring deep, sudden breaths accompanied by shimmers to my eyes. Your paw forever inoculates my heart.