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Slight warning: topic of death and whatnot

Would it be too far fetched to state that I want her back?
That I want to see her again,
To relive all those moments again,
To feel the same emotions of joy and happiness.

I wanted to curse at them,
Yell at the top of my lungs,
Cry and argue;
"You took her away from me!"
You took away my source of joy;
My comfort.
You took away my dog, my puppy,
My little ball of sunshine."

I couldn't stand the sight of her at first,
Tears already forming in my eyes even at the sight of her fragile state.
"Heaven forbid this ever happens to anyone" I thought to myself,
Because even though I was bitter towards other's happiness for a while,
I realised that this pain was something that I hoped no one else experiences.

It's so empty, my loved one, it's so empty without you here;
The bowls remain empty,
And so does my mind-
How can I ever expect to move on when you were with me for eight fucking years?

Remembering how you stood by the doors of the building,
As if you truly thought that you'd leave with us that day.
You refused to maintain eye contact (hell, it was always this way)
But the that obliviousness towards your own fate widened the void in my heart.

Come back to me,
Please, I beg.
Because even if you were just an animal, you listened to me, you comforted me, and proved that what I needed wasn't verbal feedback, but just the feeling of being understood and accepted.

Come back to me, to us,
Because now my younger sister won't ask why you passed away;
"Why did doggy die today?" she asked me on the 30th December, and I felt my heart shatter for the third time.
"It just happens sometimes," I replied, "some things just have to happen."

You liar,
You're a fucking liar, Avery,
But I hate that you're fucking right this time.

Fuck mortality, and fuck the fact that nothing can last forever.
How I wish to have you with me one more time because nothing is the same anymore.
How can I ever go back home after school with the knowledge you'll never greet me again at the door?

Perhaps, this one time, I'll greet you at the door first.

(The memory is still raw and I needed a way to soothe it. Not proof read.)