
I could write about what a wonderful, special dog she was.
I could write about all the I-wish-we’d-just-had-one-more trip to the ocean, one more Christmas, one more swim in the lake, one more bedtime cuddle, one more paw on the knee.
I could write about the pure, sweet, unfettered love she gave us every day of her life.
But right now, all I can write about is the void that she has left behind.
Thank you, my love, for all that you gave, and for all that you were and always will be.
I am a box of
Sorrow and loss
Hollow, dark and dull.
How can a heart be
so emptied out
And yet remain
so full?