MISSING MY LITTLE MUGS

I wake up in the morning;
the wee small hours of the morning..
lay there in my bed and realize
My Mugs isn't there.. stretched across the whole bed,
as was his habit to do,
many hundreds of times.
Without further thought or no further warning,
Tears well up in my eyes.
I begin to weep and then I openly cry.
Realization has once again hit me,
that he's no longer with me,
and I miss him much more than I can describe.
Mugs chose me as his human - one of only two he ever accepted;
that he ever needed in his life.
The door bell never rang - or anyone ever knocked,
that Mugs stayed around to see.
He made his choices in his life with whom he wanted to be,
his SAMMY, his MOMMY, his GLENDA, and ME!
I wonder is it really true,
that your loved ones are waiting for you,
When we, in death, cross over there too?