On Losing My Life, Or, Am I A Dog Now?

I lost my life to my child and my wife
I know it most when they're away.

I cannot
Hear them
See them
Touch them or
Feel them

I sleep in the bed
Where my wife usually dreams
With a bib or baby vest
And I am held by their smell.

I don't sleep for a second
For fear of missing
Those True, life-saving scents.

Am I a dog now?