You were a good dog.
It is a stunning peace, in this grief, I feel.
You are free, I no longer worry and fear for you.
And so, I am free. There’s the trouble.
You should not be free but bound in love;
By love, with someone who would care for you like the beautiful,
Darling being you were.
I miss you.
It is not the same as missing my own, gone now
Well-loved, never forgotten.
I miss your possibilities, all your possibilities held within
Your soft, misunderstood demeanor. I will miss that.
Yours was the wrong death.
Your ghost is with me now, forever.
I fear I did not love you enough.
And so, you must stay with me in memory and dreams.
In dreams, I will love you.
In dreams, we will make up for all that is lost.
You were a good dog.