🐩🌈💔 21 December. Forever etched in my heart ⚫🖤⚫

My beloved best friend, Marc, blown up over Lockerbie, Scotland in 1988 ✈️💥🇬🇧

He is, and will always remain, forever young.

My tribute to those we've loved and lost:

On a winter day on a December night,

A name, a memory, still shines bright.

Marc, forever young, forever near,

A laugh, a soul, I still hold dear.

Lost to the sky above Lockerbie,

A moment carved in history.

Yet in the quiet, he remains,

In whispered winds and gentle rains.

And Pixie, little Bandit bold,

A heart of fire in a coat of gold.

Just twenty-three months of purest grace,

A spark of joy, a loving face.

He grew his wings before his time,

But still walks softly next to mine.

For every poodle we’ve held tight,

Who lit our days and warmed our nights,

Wrigley, Pixie, Benny too,

C.B., Titi, we honour you.

Diesel, Spartacus, brave and true,

And all whose love still lingers through.

They shadowed steps and shared our days,

In loyal, deeply tender ways.

Though arrows pierce the heart we own,

The love that leaks is love they’ve sown.

Forever young, forever missed,

Forever in the light we kissed.

For hearts like theirs are never truly gone,

They stay, they guide us, we can carry on.

November 2025 ©