When Elowen crossed the pet rainbow bridge,
my heart sank into quiet sorrow.
Her fur still hides in the corners of our home,
remnants of love too precious to erase.
A dog with rainbow grace in her soul,
she runs freely now, untouched by pain.
Though I carry guilt like a shadow,
I trust that crossing the rainbow bridge
is not farewell, but a waiting place.
One day, in the meadow of light,
Elowen will greet me again,
and love will shine brighter than ever.