[In the picture above, that's one of the five dogs. The dog in the picture passed away. Saturday, August 6th 2016]
We all have a best friend. The next door neighbor. The cool guy. The popular one. The shy one. Who ever your best friend is, it's nothing like mine. For one mine isn't human. After I lost my human best friend, I went to my dogs. My best friend is now Gracie. My dog.
She always comforted me when I needed her most. She was always there. She was a good friend to me. But I wasn't a good friend to her. I was the one that left her outside that day. It's my fault she died. And I didn't even try. I can't help but to just wonder why? I miss her so much. I miss her to her soft touch. I miss her to much. When I heard someone cry, I knew something was wrong. I looked at my little brother, to see where he had gone. He went out side. On the ground with tears on his face. And I just wish I had won the race. The race against time, the race against space. The race against love, and the race against hate. I ran to her lifeless body, I dropped to the floor, for Gracie was no more. I ran to the guy that did this. And and what he said was a complete diss.
"I thought it was a cat" is what he said. And I swear I would have hit him with a bat. It doesn't matter of it was a cat, a bat, a dog, or a hog. It's still an animal, that deserve love, care, compassion, and friendship. Not just an asshole who wants to run over it. He killed my dog, he drove off. He killed my dog, he drove off. He killed my dog, and he fucking drove off. She was a rich dog, but she was so simple. And as cute as a dimple. I love her, with all my heart, but he took her away from me. He stole her soul. Away she will go. That day, my friend was over. She saw me weep. I couldn't keep doing the same thing, so I fell on my knees. I apologize. For everything. For my own heart being ripped from me. For my life to fade away in front of her. For the murder. He killed her. My poor Gracie, is gone, but looked like a Daisy. I'm still crying right now, and I really don't know how. But you should be too, cause even if you're new, you've lost something dear to you. Cause life is a bitch. And you know nothing about her. But she will ruin you. She definitely ruined me. We had a little funeral for Gracie, and yeah, I was crying. Of course. It's my love. My pet. My heart. My friend. My dog. Me. She was apart of me. I haven't even had her for long, but it still was very wrong. I was really getting attached to her and she was getting attached to me. No wonder I fell to my knees begging please for her to come back to me. All I have is her collar.. all I have is her collar. Left behind, like a piece of garbage. But to me, it's nothing near garbage. It's my gateway to her. My reminder of her. And I will keep it with me for as long as I live. I will wear it everyday. And people may judge, but as far as I know, I've been through too much and I don't care. She's my baby and will always be my baby. My love. My darling. Just mine. I love you Gracie. R.I.P. 😭😭😭
