He broke my heart. Why did you leave me?
No one to cuddle. No one to love. You're gone. Out of my life.
How could you leave Earth? No one to be close to. Just emptiness.
I knew you would die one day, but it feels like your still here.
Every turn I took. I was bemused to find no one, but my vacant and desolate soul.
I wake up to think he would be there because I still feel your presence.
I cried for hours next to you on the floor to say my goodbyes.
I could feel your thin white hairs in my eyelashes. I flushed them out with tears.
I hung up your collage and collar on the wall. A pre-made shrine.
Your dissolution broke me. It really broke my heart. I wasn't ready to let you go.
Your downfall. His ending. Your demise. His passing.
That morning I woke to come downstairs. A repose of your body. So tranquil.
I wanted to stroke you one more time. A cold, hard, empty, body. You were not there.
You went so peacefully. No euthanasia was necessary.
Your body already in ruination. You'd been dead for hours.
Your soul in complete annihilation.
Bereavement had begun.
Irreplaceable. Unparalleled.
Everyone must go through it. Unanimous to all.
How could one being have such an effect on me?
Twelve years. Only twelve. I took every second for granted.
I couldn't forget you. Your fur like a cloud. So mellow and soft.
His slushy fur coat. A smile when he played in the snow.
His dying days had no smiles. Only pain. He knew. He knew he was leaving me.
His sorrows brought to heart.
Your bed empty. A hole in my heart.
The dying day;
The house was absent and abstract without your presence.
I miss your fur. Your sweet blue and brown eyes.
Weeks go by and your ashes arrive. I placed you on my shelf. Your shrine.
My baby. My love. My husky. My sweet K-Nine.
Goodbye, my angel. My little boy... Sky.
