the house is big
and silent
without you in it
no barking or howling
just uncharacteristically quiet.
i miss your
scruffy grey bearded face
and soft cinnamon colored fur
the sweet way you slept
seemingly without a care
but
looming as it always does
is the end
i knew it was coming
it never made it easier
knowing this
my friend kc, who still tried
even when his sight went
and his legs gave out
who still showed me flashes
of that little ball of fur
i fell in love with
so many years ago
then the time came and i had to let you go
but it feels like you are never far away from me
i expect you to be there
i still say goodnight
and tell you to sleep well
i say these things out of
habit - maybe
but i hope
that you can still hear me
when i say
love you man
it makes me feel
a little better
because i think you can
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
the house is big
and silent
without you in it
no barking or howling
just uncharacteristically quiet.
i miss your
scruffy grey bearded face
and soft cinnamon colored fur
the sweet way you slept
seemingly without a care
but
looming as it always does
is the end
i knew it was coming
it never made it easier
knowing this
my friend kc, who still tried
even when his sight went
and his legs gave out
who still showed me flashes
of that little ball of fur
i fell in love with
so many years ago
then the time came and i had to let you go
but it feels like you are never far away from me
i expect you to be there
i still say goodnight
and tell you to sleep well
i say these things out of
habit - maybe
but i hope
that you can still hear me
when i say
love you man
it makes me feel
a little better
because i think you can
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