In the whispers of the night her presence does remain, A Siberian husky, Luna, with eyes like skies of pain. Her birthday dawns without her, yet her spirit's still near, An eternal bond that's woven, built from love and tear. Her blue eyes held the heavens, reflections of my soul, In her, an endless promise that time could not console. Though sadness grips my heart with grief's unyielding hand, I honor her in memories, where echoes gently stand. Once more, we shall be gathered, where love knows no defeat, Where lives once lived in shadow, in daylight shall re-meet. My soul dog, Luna, waiting at that bridge for me anew, In dreams, I see her running, 'neath the sky's vast, eternal blue.