The problem is
That I knew
The moment she avoided me
My sweet girl was gone
I knew
I tried to convince myself
That she would have told me
But I forgot
The type of woman my mother is
She would never have told me in person
So instead
I come home to an empty house
And I try to find my girl
Instead I find a note
That says,
"She's gone,
She died in my arms"
Well so what
I wasn't there
I didn't get to know
Did I?
I realize that she was trying
To protect me
But this is worse
Much worse
Now I am alone
In a house full of reminders
Why?
Why did this happen now?
Couldn't it have waited two days?
I would have been able to say good bye
There are toys everywhere
I know
I  know she was just a pet
Nothing much
But to me
She was happiness
Embodied in a fluffy little body
She was my happiness
On dark gloomy days
She never judged
She always loved me
She hated when I was sad
What would she think now?