A poem for my dog

I look for you from time to time in the places you should be
Sleeping on the couch
Running down the hall
Or reclining in your chair.
I listen for you from time to time in the sounds you should make
A scratch on the door
A beagles bay
A jingle of a collar.
Then I remember you are gone and must recall the memories of sight and sound.
But I will still look for you not where you have been
But where I know where you will be found.