' 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 '

☆ ' when you get home ' ☆

I'll always have a spot for you under my sheets where you slept, a spot on the pillow for your head, and your blanket for when you would get extra cold. I'll keep your harness nice and clean and hanging up for when you finally decide you want to go on that last walk. I'll keep Mr. Piggy out for you, and he'll be waiting with me. Your favourite cat toy will be set out, yes, the one with the fish. I'll be sitting next to your favourite spot at the back door that you would always sit at and meow for me to sit next to you and look out the window, or when you'd meow at me to let you outside. My arms will be open for when you want that final jug where you'd wrap your paws around my neck and nudge my face.

But, when you get home, we won't be there. We'll be at another house one you won't know. Because nothing can stay the same forever, and when you get home, I won't be able to be there with you. I won't be able to sit there with my arms open because I'll be gone. I'll be somewhere else that you don't recognise. But if I am there, I won't let you out that back door. Because that final time when I did let you out that backdoor you didn't come back in. You never will. Because of that car. That fucking car that took your life. That fucking car that took your life and we couldn't save you because you were dead on impact. All I could do was say goodbye and leave. Now, in the new house it won't be the same without you. Not even your spirit will be there because you only ever knew the old houses. Not this new one. I'm sorry we're leaving, but it's for the better.

It pains me that, when you get home,
I won't be there for you, my boy.