Inspired by Jimmy Stewart's poem, "Beau", written about his own beloved dog; Jimmy's poem has always been close to my heart, since the first time I heard him
read it on The Tonight Show. The lines of the poem that inspired this particular painting are:

"And now he's dead.
And there are nights when
I think I feel him climb
upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.
And there are nights when I think I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair but he's not there."

I think the bond we share with our pets is very strong, no matter how old we are...And maybe, just maybe, the reason we still hear them, or feel their presence after they've passed is because they never really leave us completely...they're never really gone..