Today, my dog came back to me after two weeks of absence.
They delivered her in a purple bag carrying a tiny black urn-
So small, so cute…like how we first met while she was two months and I was seven.
Seventeen years laid to rest underground; buried in my heart.
I held her and I cried.
They say things out of sight stay out of mind.
I pretend to forget sometimes. Pretend I have no feelings.
But life comes and goes…the ones in my heart have always stayed there.
They could never leave, could never go.
I can’t stop caring; don’t know how to erase what is important to me-
I can’t stop my aching heart.
I can only walk forward with my memories.
I hope she’s happy wherever she is now.
Let’s meet again someday soon<3.
