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My old friend, I miss you now. The memory of your presence is quietly aching. I will no longer have you with me. I realize that. I cannot embrace it fully. I cannot give you up. And so you remain in my heart.
I’ve put off crying, until now. Even a life that was full and that was so great cannot ease the ache in my throat when I know I will not see you again. Your happy endearing ways are memories so fresh now.
I love your being, love your spirit, love your funny self that was you, is you. Gentle and happy. Your kind heart. Always a game to play, a joke we shared in life, about life. From boots to ball. From chuff to smile to kiss. Sweet boy, good boy.
Walk with me a little bit. Make me smile in the midst of my tears. Even then. Even now I smile. And you knew and know and smile back at me. Happiness intact, restored around you. You expected it, received it. Always your way.
Goodbye my beloved dog, my friend. Rest easy in bright fields of green and wait for me. I will look for you. Look for you. Look for you.
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