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At the end of the weekend, I came home. But you weren't there, as I hoped... When I asked my mom, a tear fell to her phone. that's when i knew- Something's definitely wrong. I left her, alone, on the dark colored couch. I searched everywhere, that you loved to roam. From time to time, I thought I heard, your cheerful bark... I convinced myself, I'm hearing your sleepy groan. But that was all... I myself knew, i was wrong. Yet--I wasn't ready to mourn. From night to noon, evening to morn, I was hoping your return, to my sorrowful mood. But instead of that, came the smell. Sharp and sudden, strong and brutal. 'Feel that smell? your dog is dead.' Voices echoed, in my empty head. I answered them: "That, is smell of decaying. My dog, he smells different... Nothing like this."
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Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 6:20 AM UTC
The Smell of Decay
At the end of the weekend, I came home. But you weren't there, as I hoped... When I asked my mom, a tear fell to her phone. that's when i knew- Something's definitely wrong. I left her, alone, on the dark colored couch. I searched everywhere, that you loved to roam. From time to time, I thought I heard, your cheerful bark... I convinced myself, I'm hearing your sleepy groan. But that was all... I myself knew, i was wrong. Yet--I wasn't ready to mourn. From night to noon, evening to morn, I was hoping your return, to my sorrowful mood. But instead of that, came the smell. Sharp and sudden, strong and brutal. 'Feel that smell? your dog is dead.' Voices echoed, in my empty head. I answered them: "That, is smell of decaying. My dog, he smells different... Nothing like this."
My puppy, Nico, passed away recently. I tried to capture the confusion, denial, and the sharpness of grief that comes when you come home expecting someone who’s no longer there.
#elegy#sadness#loss#pet#death
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jj-6
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 6:20 AM UTC
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