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.